


(What To Do? is a weekly installment of previously unpublished photos from my archives)

The death of Terry Toedtemeier on Wednesday came as a shock. Born and raised in Portland, Toedtemeier became thoroughly enmeshed in the city's photographic community, first as a founding member of Blue Sky Gallery and later at the Portland Art Museum where he was the curator of photography from 1985 until his death this week. His crowning curatorial achievement, Wild Beauty, is on display at the museum until January 11, 2009. A brief obituary is here, public comments on his life and legacy are here, and some of his photos are here:












June 13. Clayton, Ga. It's Friday the 13th. I've been out of contact with most everyone I'm friends with. It doesn't feel right to call people when you're on the road-it's nice just to get away from it all. We drove from Tennessee through Franklin, North Carolina, where almost exactly one year ago to the day my Volkswagen Eurovan died on the side of the highway. I thought I had died too and saw the light, but it was just the white powder from the airbag.
December 4. Eugene, Or. I've been out of contact with most of my kidless friends for the past few years. I don't enjoy the phone. I'd rather email, although lately I haven't had time. Today Leo and Emmett were home from school. Leo didn't put on clothes until noon. Emmett wore his Stormtrooper outfit, then wanted to wear Spiderman, then wanted Stormtrooper again, then he crapped his diaper and some of it got on the legging so I just stripped him naked. Then we couldn't find any blank paper in the house so we wound up using the dog's face as a canvas. Good thing Annie's white. Leo wanted her to have mean eyebrows and Emmett wanted smiley, and it turned into a screaming match. Then Leo decided she needed a big gray "brain" on top. Annie took it all pretty well. Later Emmett found the prism I thought we'd lost and for the next hour acted as if he'd seen the light.








