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Click on photo to enlarge.
In 2007 we had
expanded the gallery into the adjacent building,
directly on Vulcan Avenue in Encinitas, California in N. San
Diego County, but with the re-opening of our old location back
at Del Mar Plaza we closed this space. The Frameshop/studio
behind it, however, is still open but by appointment only.
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Seewald trivia
question for the month
of January, 2003:
Of the 7
entries Michael entered into the San Diego Art Institutes juried competition
last year,
how many were accepted?
Answer:
Amazingly, all
seven. With one receiving a 'jurors choice'.
(The odds are only about one in six to one in 10 entries is
accepted, depending on the month.) |
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Seewald trivia
question for the month
of December 2002:
Of 43
trips around the world, how many of them did Michael actually use up all of
the film he had brought?
Answer: One. His first trip to run out of film was of his
42nd one, of Venice, Italy, which has yet to be released. To be
released in the summer of '03. |
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Seewald trivia
question for the month
of November 2002:
How many trips did his
wife Valerie sponsor before they got married.
Answer: Six. Her first was his second trip, China. She also
sponsored: W. Coast USA; Maui, Hawaii; France; Bali and Big Island,
Hawaii.
(Said she had to marry him because his prices were getting too high!
- j/k). |
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Seewald trivia
question for the month
of June, 2002:
How many images does
Michael make, on the average, per day while traveling.
Answer: One and a half.
(That is right. He
stops one to two times per day to make a photograph, although he may use one
to ten negatives to record the composition, it really is only 'one image' in
that respect.)
"Leave the world a better
place than you found it."
Old boy scout axiom.
Maybe they are not so bad after all! |
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July 13, 2006
by Michael Seewald.
Yesterday, I helped get an extra large lady back
into her boat after falling
in San Vicente in N. San Diego County. I had just gone past the nice elderly black couple in a new
Ranger
ocean style boat just past Grassy Bay, a favorite bass fishing area of mine.
Minutes later I head choking off in the
distance and saw the lady was now in the drink and the man was trying his best
to put a rope around her as she clung to the front of their boat, her arms
reaching way up to the bow (while her legs must have been up and under the boat,
not an easy position to hold for long).
I used my trolling motor to get back in their direction thinking they may need
my help, but when I got near and asked if they needed my assistance no reply
came my way. He did not even look up? I thought probably pride as we men don't
like asking for directions, or help in saving the wife I guess. Maybe
because I was white and they were black? I hope not, but I guess it's something
that could enter into the equation. Anyway, upon the second time asking the lady
screams out "YES"!
When I got up to them she was telling him she
could no longer hold on (I'm no lifeguard and I feared for her life, but I was
not going to jump in and drown myself- I hoped) and when I motored up to her I
told her to grab my boat (had the aluminum one, the railing is much closer to
the water than their boat was and much easier for her to hold onto.
I told her I'd run her over to shore while she hung on, some 30 yards away. He
said just get her to the back of is boat where the ladder was, so I did. I
warned her to keep away from the prop and she could barely climb up, she was so
exhausted (a good bit overweight I must add), but thankfully all ended up fine.
I was just doing what most others would have
done for me.
The weird thing is, the very
next day,
today I was
driving up the Hwy 5 freeway with everyone doing 65 mph as usual (would have
been faster, but rush hour slows us all down), when I see cars veering right and
left and then some dude rear ends someone real bad and flips over on his side up
on my right about 10 cars up in the slow/merge/exit lane. I saw most of the explosion
(gasses from hoses and water from radiator, etc.) and then the vehicle flipping
on it's side, but
don't know what started it all.
But when I came up to it no one had stopped to help whoever was in the vehicles,
especially the one or ones in the one on its side. I immediately stopped halfway in the
slow lane, (they were just off it) put on my emergency blinkers and ran over and
saw a guy standing up inside the cab staring at me eye to eye, like a fish in a
fish tank.
It was not good as he needed to get out before it might catch fire or explode. I reached way up (it was very hard to reach) and
opened the door (straight up to the sky, and it was heavy), and helped him climb
out. Thank God he was able to climb out by
himself, as it would have been impossible to pull him out.
Of small concern was that he was a painter, and a 5 gallon can of red paint was
thrown all over the freeway, the truck, and as I later noticed, now all over my
clothes after leaning on the back of the truck to help him. Later, when they saw
all of the bright red 'blood' on my shirt and pants everyone asked how I was. "Naw,
its only paint" I said! I cleaned the slow lane of a lot of debris, and as two
cop cars and a fire truck arrived I headed out, my job done.
Glad no one was seriously hurt. Weird, two days in a row with having the chance
to possibly save someone's life, what are the odds of that?
Self portrait, looking down, of
my shirt and right pant leg before taking them off and tossing them- one of my
favorite Kahala Hawaiian shirts too, bummer.
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