Pedestal rock, in the far southeastern corner of Sundown Quarry, was a place women could spread their towel and relax without being bothered by Catman. The rock wasn't private; it was visible from the eastern slag pile 80 feet away and from the clifftop trails, but it was physically isolated enough that if Catman had tried to wheedle his way close he would have looked like more of a jerk than he already was.
In the first photo, the girl on the pedestal is talking with a male friend barely visible on a rock below. In being a camera-wielding voyeur, I suppose some might lump me in with the likes of Catman -but with two significant differences: First, I plied my proclivity from a discreet distance and in all cases my subjects were completely unaware they were being captured on film. And second, my motive was pure: to preserve for posterity this era in quarry history. (Disclaimer: my pure motive didn't occur to me until years later.)
What a stark juxtaposition: soft curvaceous flesh set against hard angular stone.
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