The party goes on forever . . . or at least for one more gallery of images from Tom & Gastil’s Birthday Dance Party. Thanks to all who made the night special and those who were not able to make it, but checked in with us. We are very fortunate to have so many special friends.
Tom & Gastil celebrated the birthday and dear friends at Santa Barbara’s historic Carrillo Ballroom. We danced to the sounds of the Ventura Jazz Sextet plus vocalist, Donna Green. Stories from long ago and recent were shared, visited with friends that we do not see often enough and shared a bounty of pot luck delights.
We brought samples of Tom’s woodworking and mementos from the Graphic Arts Center days, when Tom Buhl Typographers served a wide range of clients and personalities.
A number of Range Animal (softball) players and supporters helped make the night special. It was a fabulous, whirlwind evening. Thanks to all who were there and those who checked in during that week. A special surprise was my brother, Skid, visiting from Michigan. Lucky birthday boy I was. Big smile all night long.
I owe a big shout of gratitude to Karen Derfer, Thomas Rollerson and Rod Lathim who took many of these photos to share. This is the first page of two. Link to page two.
This year we gathered at Rosie’s in Southgate to share memories, life updates and friendship. If I am missing any names or have them incorrect let me, Grace or Sue know and we’ll take care of it. You can leave a note in the comments section below, or with a personal email.
This summer dinner is a great new tradition. Each year some newbies have joined those veterans who appreciate sharing a drink and an evening together. It is incredible to share the journey with friends from an important time of our lives.
Thanks to all who could make it and keep checking your email Inbox for announcements from Grace and Sue regarding future events.
I returned to the festival early on day three to take some more photos and talk with friends. Great artwork and marvelous people.
All the artists seemed to recover well from the Sunday morning wetting. When I take visitors to Santa Barbara on the typical tourist venues it is fun to see that many of the images are still visible months afterwards. The colors fade, quickly with foot, car traffic and weather add their patina but the spirit lives.
Mark your calendars for the 31st edition for Memorial Day Weekend 2017. Hope to see you there.
Welcome to images from the 30th I Madonnari Italian Street Painting Festival. This annual event, sponsored by The Children’s Creative Project is a Santa Barbara and Tom Buhl favorite.
Held over Memorial Day weekend, I have been an artist for twenty-five of those thirty years. Last year was my “official” retirement as a participant. Titanium knees and shoulders do not lend themselves to this activity. I miss being a part of it.
It is inspiring to wander the Mission setting without chalk smears all over my face and clothes. I like to take photos all three days to see the art as it develops. Some artists finish on the first day, but many will be at working well into Monday.
Today, I enjoyed talking to my artistic friends as well as others, like me, who bask in the swirl of art, food, music and community.
Tomorrow is another day, and perhaps a few more images to share. Enjoy.
One could burn through many rolls of film taking photographs of the Greenfield Village trains and their support structures. On this trip I did not get any shots of the iconic turntable and round house. Guess I will have to return next year to fill out my collection.
Fifty-one years after the class of 1964 graduated we gathered at Big Bear Lodge for another evening of laughter, sharing and catching up. If anybody’s name is incorrect please let me, Grace or Susan know and it shall be fixed.
I had my outdoor portrait lens on the camera thus was unable to get any group images this time. Perhaps when we do it again, I’ll be better prepared. We had a bit of photo op scramble and probably missed a few folks but hopefully, some of the other cameras captured those fine folks.
The big mystery is how did my dad get in the photos that were supposed to have me? Guess that is a photobomb those young whipper snappers speak of.
Thank you everyone for your friendship and memories. Go Vikings.