Ray Harvey is a childhood friend of mine from Ouray (Colorado). He is the youngest of eight brothers and four sisters. By the time we got to high school, I had long since moved, but I still keep in touch with several of my Ouray friends. I remember his favorite book was “To Kill a Mockingbird;” English and government were his favorite subjects and basketball was his favorite sport; but it was running that put him on the map. He was (remains?) the best long distance Class A runner in the state of Colorado. If you’ve ever been to Ouray, then you understand his backyard where he did his training. I think he was Homecoming king, too.
[Canon Snappy; Ray Harvey, July 1986] This is the most recent photo I have of Ray, and it’s 21 years old, older than I was when I shot it (wow). I dug it out last night. It’s always great fun to look through a photographer’s albums, the early years, isn’t it? Gives me an idea that I should post more about where I came from as a photographer.
Ray has been helping me this week, he’s burnishing my new website. He emailed me a complete markup of text, pointing out singular/plural disagreement of pronouns (I always inadvertently overlook those) and splitting hairs over which preposition the word “interrupted” gets, and whether it’s even worth using it after the way the change makes it sound. I am fond of perfection and appreciate this kind of quality criticism in a friend. Fortunately for our friendship, I asked him only to edit the flash/html sections, not the blog. Whew!
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I admit that I don’t know for sure who this “Ray” fellow is, but a part of me suspects that “Ray” is not his real name. Here’s what I think: at one time, twenty or so years ago (before “Charles in Charge”), Christine made friends with Scotty Baio. Or was it the Karate Kid? Either way, I’d be very curious to find out how he feels about this photograph. Thrilled? Perhaps. Flattered? Most definitely. Thunderstruck? Obviously. Embarrassed? More than sort of. Betrayed? Unquestionably.
Christine says above: “It’s always great fun to look through a photographer’s albums…” But for whom? I mean, why do I have this feeling that Scotty Baio here wouldn’t necessarily agree?
Still, I must say that you’re very, very kind to him, surely more so than he deserves. I do, however, want you to know, in all sincerity, Christine, if that son-of-a-bitch ever splits another hair with you again, I’ll string him up by his runner’s heels.
And that’s not a threat.
It’s a promise.
Love,
Guy