| Photo Information |
Copyright: Reed Radcliffe (rlrad)
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| Genre: Places |
| Medium: Black & White |
| Date Taken: 2005-10-25 |
| Categories: Architecture |
| Camera: Olympus C-8080 WZ |
| Exposure: f/8, 3 seconds |
| Details: Tripod: Yes |
| Map: [view] |
| Photo Version: Original Version |
| Date Submitted: 2009-03-21 13:48 |
| Viewed: 216 |
| Points: 2 |
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| [Note Guidelines] Photographer's Note |
This was taken from across the street of the Arlington Hotel in Hot Springs, Arkansas. My wife and I stayed in this hotel the night we got married and then again ten years later on our anniversary.
It's a long story, the one about why we got married in Hot Springs. I've told it a hundred times and written it a few, too. Most recently, I published it on Trek Earth a couple weeks ago with a shot of one of the bath houses in Hot Springs National Park (Wikipedia link) - you can see that post if you click here. That link will open in a separate window (or tab, if you have your browser configured that way). I think it's a romantic story. Ah, what the heck, I'll copy and paste it over:
We were high school sweethearts, Linda was 15 and I was 16 when we started dating. Our parents hated this because we spent every minute possible together. They also suspected the worst about us - that perhaps we were sleeping together! After one particularly nasty argument with her father, Linda decided she needed to leave, permanently if possible. I, being the chivalrous boyfriend, told her that we should go to Hot Springs, Arkansas because we could get married down there at 16 without parental permission. This is happening in the 1970's, we don't even have our own car, but I have two jobs! I talk my buddy into driving us down to Arkansas, on the way the car breaks down and we stay the night in a dump with 6 of our friends (it was a station wagon). Of course, we didn't make it and didn't get married then, but we did get in one heck of a lot of trouble from our folks. Linda's dad never laid a hand on her again, though, so something good came out of it. My folks put the pressure on me to break the relationship off and I finally buckled under. Heck, I was 17, there were lots of girls out there!
Fast forward to 1993. I am in Egypt with the Navy and call home and speak with my sister who tells me she saw Linda at the grocery and that she still carries a torch for me. When my ship returned, I came home on leave and looked up Linda's number, called and left a message for her to call me. A few days later, she called back - she had been out of town. Where had she been? You guessed it, Hot Springs, Arkansas. In fact at about the moment I first called, she was in the airport with her friends telling them the story of when she almost ran away and got married.
Needless to say, this was fate. A couple years later we really ran away and got married. We stayed in the Majestic Hotel in the honeymoon suite, the following Monday I got back to my ship and left for a 3 month Caribbean cruise. Me and 349 of my closest friends, my new wife was stuck in St. Louis. The next time I talked to her was almost 1 month later, from Cartegena, Colombia.
Now you have it. I'm not only showing my photographs here, I'm actually writing my life story! |
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