Color, Laskowitzpictures.com, Photographs, Photography, Pictures, Ray Laskowitz
Comments 12

Plaster Angels


Angels in St. Louis Cathedral.

Some days you eat the bear. Some days the bear eats you.

Yesterday was one of those days when the bear won. After four years of battling colon cancer, an old friend of mine passed.

We went to college together. We worked in newspapers for many years. I left them. He did too. Everybody does. Printed newspapers are a dying breed. Worse, they’ve always eaten their young. To advance you have to move on and on. And, on. Eventually, you find a home. Either you move out, or you get moved out. In his later career he taught. I edited and published.

That’s only a small part of the story. All of our stories are individual. But, they are the same.

So is the final chapter. I suppose we all knew that his time was short. But, when it came, it seemed unexpected. It seemed sudden. Like bricks falling from a storm-blown building, they hit us in the head.

Our Facebook pages lit up with remembrances and expressions of sympathy. Your know that I’m not big on social media. Any of the platforms. I use them because I have to, not because I want to. I usually discuss my thoughts and emotions here. On Storyteller. Whatever drifts onto my social media pages is accidental, not intentional.

Anyway.

Anacleto or Michael, depending on what point of our lives intersected, was a helluva a photographer. In the past, he led Los Angeles Times photography teams on coverages of things like last night’s Emmy Awards. That’s probably not all that important.

This is what is important.

He was Yoda. Quiet. Positive. Gentle. A leader without trying to be. Even as the end drew near and his family came to see him, to say goodbye, he made the group portraits. He simply said, “‘Tis the season of reunions.” To a person, everyone who posted yesterday said that he made the world a better place. We hadn’t seen each other in a few years. You know. Life. Distance. But, there is giant hole right now. In the world.

Rest in Peace, Anacleto Rapping.

Advertisements

12 Comments

    • Thank you. We all graduated together and made our careers all over the country, but mostly in California. When I said Yoda, I really meant it. It’s a horrible loss.

      Like

  1. That giant hole…is because he made your life richer. The hole is the impact of the love you had for your friend. I’m sorry for your loss, but rejoicing that you had such an important and meaningful person in your life. And somehow I know that you were also important and meaningful to him; those giant holes always go both ways. Peace to you, and I hope you find joy and redemption in your memories.

    Like

  2. Thank you, Kim. That holes is blown into a huge number of photojournalists of a certain age. Especially those who graduated from San Jose sState University who were known as the SJSU photo mafia. We worked at, or ran, every newspaper photo department in California. I think what it really comes down to is that we are starting to hear our bell tolling. We’ll see…

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s