Wright Morris (January 6, 1910 – April 25, 1998) 
 American novelist, photographer, and essayist.
Wright in his Morris chair, in his home in Marin County, California
A magnificent man; a great teacher; author and photographer, creator of the first photographic novel , which has been called “as near to a new fiction form as you could get.” 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wright_Morris
© 1978 Joey Tranchina
Personal Note: Wright Morris was three days younger than my mother, Loretta C. Tranchina, nee Lombardi, who was born on January 3, 1910.

Wright Morris (January 6, 1910 – April 25, 1998)

American novelist, photographer, and essayist.

Wright in his Morris chair, in his home in Marin County, California

A magnificent man; a great teacher; author and photographer, creator of the first photographic novel , which has been called “as near to a new fiction form as you could get.” 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wright_Morris

© 1978 Joey Tranchina

Personal Note: Wright Morris was three days younger than my mother, Loretta C. Tranchina, nee Lombardi, who was born on January 3, 1910.

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The Watts Towers, Los Angeles
CA - 1966
Photographs by Joey Tranchina
Part 1 of 3

"Out My Bedroom Window"

© 2011 Joey Tranchina

"Scullery Boy" 
Sète, France  ©2011 Joey Tranchina

"Scullery Boy"

Sète, France  ©2011 Joey Tranchina

"Tout Le Monde"
© 2011 Joey TranchinaSète, France

"Tout Le Monde"

© 2011 Joey Tranchina
Sète, France

"Child’s Grave" Sinaloa, Mexico
At 20, this was the first time I cried while making a photograph — not the last…jt
© 1964 Joey Tranchina  

"Child’s Grave" Sinaloa, Mexico

At 20, this was the first time I cried while making a photograph — not the last…jt

© 1964 Joey Tranchina  

"Joe’s Parking Lot"
Los Angeles in the mid sixties, my head was filled with “Cream”, burning up eight-track tapes but my eyes were drawn to the society of the forgotten, the isolated, the lost and alone.
© 1967 Joey Tranchina

"Joe’s Parking Lot"

Los Angeles in the mid sixties, my head was filled with “Cream”, burning up eight-track tapes but my eyes were drawn to the society of the forgotten, the isolated, the lost and alone.

© 1967 Joey Tranchina

"Furry Passenger"
© 2011 Joey Tranchina

"Furry Passenger"

© 2011 Joey Tranchina