Showing posts with label La Habra ca. Show all posts
Showing posts with label La Habra ca. Show all posts

Monday, October 7, 2019

Some New Stuff Some Old Stuff



It has been a quiet week here at the Lost Canyon Project.  I’ve been working on the material from Pete’s Lost Era show, transcribing the story from Pete’s hand written notes, and cropping and squaring the jpg. images in Photoshop. The images posted today are some of the finished pieces.



Mostly it’s slow and, after a while, tedious work. I had wanted a good digital SLR camera for a long time, and the Project gave me a reason to finally buy a Canon EOS. And that right there should give you all a clue about how much experience with photography that I didn’t have. 
 I had done some desk top photography about ten years ago when I had to sell off a collection of Japanese toys. I learned enough of what I needed to know to accomplish that one task.



With the Lost Canyon Project I was faced with a similar situation. There wasn’t time to enroll in a class, and learn about all the things the camera is capable of doing. I don’t know any professional photographers to whom I could turn for advice.
So I had to wing it. I set up Pete’s old easel in my den, bought some black velvet, and a set of lights, and let the computers do the thinking. 



  The purpose, after all, was to create an inventory, not an art piece. Even so, most of the images came out OK. But they need fine tuning.
I wrote about this in a much earlier post. Shooting a rectangular picture on a rectangular easel, and fitting it into the rectangular frame of the camera lens seems to be a pretty straightforward task. 


And it is. But if the camera and easel aren’t  lined up precisely, the image comes out  skewed. (above) Sometimes this is unnoticeable until you go to crop the image. And Pete was none too fussy about the material he painted on. 



 Many of the pictures are on uneven scraps of matboard, paper, or even cardboard. The other difficulty that I was much less successful with was the reflective glare from heavily lacquered pictures. Luckily, Photoshop has the tools to correct  most of these little deformities. But as I said, it’s niggling, fussy, tedious work to get them just right.



I’ll close this morning’s post with a bit of a teaser. Pete’s brother Richard sent me a large packet of material from Pete’s private journal. I’ve read through most of it, and there are some great background stories on some of the paintings. I’ll be sharing some of this in later posts. Pete also wrote about a heart pounding encounter that he had with some very sketchy characters while he was camped out deep in one of the canyons above Whittier. 

Monday, August 12, 2019

Monsters in the Dark


Monsters in the Dark

 

 

Once again, I had a week dominated by a domestic project which involved shovels, dirt, hundreds of concrete curbstones, and pavers, and nothing that remotely resembled either assistance, or fun. But I did complete the clerical stuff on archive 13. The catalogue is up to date with 808 entries at 500 pages even. 


And just to set my obsessive compulsive teeth on edge, the last two packing boxes will fit archives 9 and 10, and archives 12 and 13 perfectly , but there is no way I can fit archive 11 in a box and have room for anything else.


 So that means that tomorrow, when I go down to the storage I have to leave archive 11 here and come home with a box for it so I can take it back later.  I wanted to take all the completed work to the storage in order, and in one trip. But I’m just getting silly over pointless details. Welcome to The Lost Canyon Project.


With this archive, all of the collected works from Pete Hampton’s shows and stories are recorded. I took great care to catalogue the paintings in the order that Pete stored them, but it soon became apparent that many of the sequences were scattered over several collections. There is material for “The Deep Dark Hole” in archive 11. The Pigrat sequence for today’s post was likewise scattered across several collections. Similarly, Jeff’s encounter with the old lady in Rideout Heights is spread out in several archives. As I mentioned, I’ll be going to the storage Monday morning. By next week we should have pictures from the last collection of large assorted works.




A visit to Pete’s hut in the Lost Canyon was more than an overnight camp-out, and all night bull session with your best pal.  The Whittier Hills was a world of  pristine beauty in the day, and the realm of monsters and nightmares after dark. In previous posts we’ve seen visits from the mangled corpse of Joseph the oilman, in “The Terrible Thing”. We've seen the attack of the Monster from “The Midnight Terror.” We’ve seen the Telehonepolies, strange hostile birds from “The Lost Era”, and had an encounter with Green Mist that left a man hanging headless from a tree.

But somehow, the Pigrat from “The Lost Canyon Trip” was Pete’s favorite mythical creature. When Pete talked about his show, he seldom failed to mention the frightening and fatal encounter with this unheard-of animal.

Part of the reason for the overnight camp-out in “The Lost Canyon Trip”,   was that Pete wanted to trap a California Thrasher. How does one trap a bird? Easy. Box. Bait. Stick. String. Just like in The Roadrunner. Only it really can work. (Pete did trap his bird.) But back to the camp-out.



 Something late at night is raiding the bird trap.


 Whatever it is, it's big!







 Staring Pigrat/ as big as a cocker spaniel/ climax shot/ #10






“Pig-rat/ It collapsed, It’s dead, Jeff, died of fright! Probably never saw a person before. I wonder??/shot # 14”




 
  



Why not, indeed? And then there was the even more mysterious White Pigrat:



Strange white Pig-Rat in oilwell hills / Strange white pig-rat like animal disappearing off a lonely road in the oilwell hills/ $15.




Next week: Bringing It All Back Home>