Monday, January 25, 2016

Once again this dark night is upon us and my thoughts go with Ross as he resolutely walked towards   his ranch's empty barn. Christmas had come and gone...so had his visiting parents. His marriage with Anne Nagel was nothing he particularly wanted nor needed to sustain.
He couldn't reach within himself to find a reason to continue. His career, his marriage, his parents....there literally nothing that could keep him here any longer. The end had mercifully been reached.

Please excuse the lateness of this posting; it is because of personal reasons, NONE of which is regarding Ross. Trust me, January 2nd has been and will always be about Ross Alexander. At this point in my life, I cannot remember when it wasn't. In the early evening, when it is cold and moist with a sweetness about the air, I stand outside and can almost feel him near me. It is one hour's drive from my home to the location of his ranch and yet, it is as though I literally can touch him. It's been this way since I was a child and as of 2016, it has not changed. I have a goodly handful of favorite film stars and other public figures. But he is the ONLY one who has ever affected, has ever REACHED me the way Alexander Ross Smith has. Why? I have YET to find out......but trust me, if I ever do......you will be the first to know.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

                                            ~I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry~

Friday, January 2, 2015

~~This Evening~~



Less than three months after HERE COMES CARTER was completed, Ross Alexander lay dead in the hayloft of his ranch. The lovely young woman whose face is partially visible is Anne Nagel, to whom Ross was married for such a brief time. This pose comes at the end of the film, indicating all is well and our romantic couple will be living happily ever after. The guarded expression in his eyes however, indicates an entirely different story. In spite of the wane smile, Ross Alexander has withdrawn. He is no longer emotionally available. There, but not there. Being, but not being.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

~~TODAY!~~

Friday, June 20, 2014

~ONE HUNDRED & FIVE AND STILL DOESN'T LOOK OVER THIRTY~

And as the sun sets slowly in the west,  I want to wish Captain Peter Blood a fond farewell--once again--and oh yes, a very merry birthday to Mr. Flynn. I love this portrait of Errol, not just because of the beauty of the man (although it is a shade influential) but because 1935 surreptitiously sneaks its way into the photo. Smooth sailing, one & all!


Thursday, January 2, 2014

~~IN REMEMBRANCE OF SEVENTY-SEVEN YEARS AGO UPON THIS EARLY EVENING~~

 
"Here is my journey's end; and very sea-mark of my utmost sail....Unto the kingdom of perpetual night."
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps at last; nothing can touch him further.

Friday, February 1, 2013

~BREAK OUT THOSE SAILS & WATCH THEM FILL WITH THE WIND THAT'S CARRYING US ALL TO FREEDOM!~

Earlier this evening Captain Blood and Company set sail again, courtesy of TCM. As I had a truckload of tedious chores to complete (or at least pretend to attempt to complete), I told myself not to turn on the television. Over the past 5 decades I've seen this cherished film close to a zillion times now. I have the laser disc, the worn video as well as the DVD. And yet, how could I resist watching the Captain, the Navigator and assorted character actors once again kick Basil Rathbone's butt and thus ensure the waters of Southern California safe for pirating?  Good heavens! Ross is on television.....who am I to resist? I should be made of sterner stuff and stagger away. Yeah, sure. So ignoring the pile of boxes and containers of Christmas Past, I surrendered 120 minutes to Ross, Errol, Basil, Olivia, Lionel and the rest of the crew. One. More.Time.  It was time well spent. I found myself smiling again and again at these dear friends of ours. A pox upon the boxes and the assorted clutter. Tomorrow is another day--in fact it's Saturday--and I can guarantee it will all be waiting for me in the morning. And the delicate layer of dust won't be any thicker than it is now.  In the meantime, I have visions of Ross' biceps dancing in my head.