I finished the layout for George Harrison, except the last page. The page where I want to put the pictures of his Friar Park home. Especially the front gate with the gold plated "Friar Park" sign. I thought I put the slides with the Maureen Starkey pics. Nope. Not there. Went through my old stock shot binder. Not there. I still have some photos of the the outside of the house. But not the best ones.
So, I went back into the garage. And I found a box I hadn't opened in several years. No, I did not find any of the slides and negs I am missing. You would have heard me scream with delight had that happened.
What was in the box? Some old LP records that I thought were long gone. And a bunch of family pictures. And the thing I was looking for that I talked about in my "I'm Ashamed Of Myself" post on June 30. This is what I wrote:
"As if my last post wasn't enough to send me into a self-imposed permanent exile...
Went to a movie last night and rushed home because the movie inspired me to post something on my blog. Not a story. Not a review. A something. A something that I had to find. I looked everywhere it could possibly be (the office, the garage, the old office area...) but, alas, I couldn't find it."
The movie I had gone to see was Superman Returns. I thought it sucked. So much so that I spent a couple of hours looking for this: