Pedestal Rock, in the far southeastern corner of Sundown Quarry, was a place women could spread their towels and relax without being bothered by Catman. The rock was visible from the eastern slag pile 80 feet away and from the clifftop trails, but it was physically isolated from the flow of foot traffic. Had Catman tried to wheedle his way close, that would have exposed him as a world-class jerk.
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, never disturbed anyone, 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.)
In the first photo, the girl on the pedestal is talking with a male friend barely visible on a rock below. Photo 5: I love watching women fuss with their hair, anytime, anywhere. And when they're naked in public outdoors, all the better. The last photo is one of my favorites among all those I snapped during my years at the quarries. What a stark juxtaposition: soft curvaceous flesh set against hard angular stone.
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