It was a much simpler time.
Yup. That’s a pony, my sister, and I on the driveway of our home, sometime around 1961. It was summer, I’m pretty sure.
Pretty funny now, but very cool when we were kids.
We lived on Fairwood Street. On the corner at Cedarwood. I was eight, maybe nine, my sister five or 6 years old.
A guy, his pony, and a big camera and tripod wandering the streets of suburbia, leaving behind bucket-loads of memories in his wake.
These pictures are precious to me.
Little did I know how obsessed with photography I’d be later in life.