topspinner,
Coming of age during the 70s was the best; that decade possessed a certain vibe unmatched before, or after. But, I suppose every generation believes 'their time' was the best. I feel fortunate to call the 70s 'my time.' The era of sex, drugs & rock 'n' roll was more than just a period in history . . . it was an attitude.
exit222,
On a forum with over a million members, it's not surprising that some of you find yourselves in these photos. Sadly, I did not capture any of your more intimate moments, but not for lack of trying; I took my SLR every time I went to the quarries. Had you and your wife been doing the deed while I was there, and if you had been within range of my telephoto lens, I guarantee both of you would be featured stars in the hardcore section.
Who am I? your wife wants to know. Among other things, I've been an avid photo hobbyist since age 13. Over the decades I've taken tens of thousands of photos, a wide range of subjects, and these Packinghouse Quarry photos remain one of my favorite collections. Her comment underscores something I wrote earlier; I was so stealthy in my activity, no one was aware they were being captured on film. That's how I prefer it: snap candid images of people just being themselves. The moment preserved, frozen in time.
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Packinghouse wasn't a playground solely for nudists, exhibitionists, voyeurs, gawkers, hikers, motorbikers and fishermen. The towering cliffs were magnets for rock climbers. Most of the cliffs plunged straight down into deep water but in a few places, notably the south end of Long Hole, wide dry ledges allowed climbers to practice rappelling. The more experienced among them climbed using minuscule finger and toeholds in the weathered gray face of the stone.
Lucy first came to Packinghouse with friends to go rock climbing. The group, from Indianapolis, learned from B-town friends about the quarry cliffs, but those friends failed to mention that after a day of climbing, they could rinse away sweat and grime au naturel. On all of their subsequent climbing trips, Lucy and her cohorts made Sundown Quarry their last stop before heading home.
In photos 1-4 Lucy is seated on two different island rocks in the west end of Sundown and in #5, she's on a rock on the north shore with one of her friends who never got naked. Not once. Dang!
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