MORNING SHOWER GOLDEN GATE PARK
SAN FRANCISCO 1967

I remembered this guy from art school and stopped to talk to him on Hippie Hill. He told me that he took an LSD trip a couple of days before and decided to go natural. He flushed his false teeth and contacts down the toilet. Now he was having trouble seeing and eating. Then, all at once the sprinklers came on and he ran screaming with joy down the hill for his morning shower.

I was on assignment with Nicholas von Hoffman who was writing about Haight-Ashbury for the Washington Post. This photograph appeared on the front page.

THE HUMAN BE-IN
GATHERING OF THE TRIBES
SAN FRANCISCO 1967

I was driving across the Bay Bridge to photograph and participate in the first Human Be-In when I looked around realized that everyone going to San Francisco was going to the Be-In. That's how big this event was at the Polo Grounds in Golden Gate Park. For the first time the Counter Culture saw itself and how huge the movement was. They listened to Beat poets and Rock & Roll while jammed together so tight no one could move around. I thought I was trapped and would not see any good shots when a hippie stood up tripping then followed by a child drinking milk.

DAUGHTER OF THE NEW AMERICAN REVOLUTION, SPRING MOBILIZATION
SAN FRANCISCO 1967

I was photographing the peace march when I spotted a man walking along holding hands with his twin daughters wrapped in American flags. An amazing site, the little girls had very serious expressions on their faces. I could not get a photograph of both girls because of the huge moving crowd. I was able to get one flag girl with all her majesty and play of lights and darks.

In the hills I was shooting a session with some medical students from Stanford and the Sexual Freedom League illustrating a Ken Kesey project. The basic premise was that the doctors spend all their time at school and in hospitals and are not exposed to the free life in the real world. Kesey felt that they were losing their sensitivity. This unknown old man walked in and sat down on the bench among some people siting around. Suddenly they all got up, took off their clothes and danced around him. He refused to remove his clothes even when the women pulled at them. Everyone kept asking "who is that old man".