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Elizabeth Barraclough The Most Interesting Woman In The World From Albuquerque, New Mexico. Father shot pictures and movies for the Army Air Corps in WWII as a B-17 pilot and co-pilot over Nazi Germany. He continued taking photographs throughout his life. First use a darkroom at the age of 8 as they were provided free at nearby Kirtland Air Force Base. Develop and print pictures of my cat, Pretty Girl, sniffing flowers. Mother entrusts me with her camera at school in first grade. Shoot pictures of classmates and Sister Elnora. Buy my own camera for $3.99 at Montgomery Ward to take to Mexico on a month-long car trip. Tremble in front of Diego Rivera’s dark, massive murals and shoot 12 rolls of black-and-white Kodak film, mostly pictures of flea-bitten Mexican cats. Regional winner of the Ted Mack Talent Show at age 11 singing and playing “House of the Rising Sun.” First airplane flight to Atlanta to see Peter, Paul & Mary. Crouch 2 hours in front of stage with an Instamatic. Invited backstage to meet them. Birthday present of a white Polaroid “Swinger.” Photography student and yearbook photographer at St Pius X High School with full access to a darkroom. Rod, my boss at the “A” Pool where I am a lifeguard, loans me a 35mm Exakta. Propose writing a Tuesday Youth Column for the Albuquerque Journal by reviewing concerts. They agree and I interview artists and bands when they come to town and take pics. Work Shakey’s Pizza ‘Bunch-a-Lunch’ to earn 28 • Fine Art Magazine • December 2013

money to drive to NYC with my friend Bob in his Pontiac Trans Am. Ticketed outside Wilkes-Barre for going over 100 MPH. Go to the Bitter End two nights in a row. Buy a tan suede trench coat on Bleecker Street. Perform several times with Peter Yarrow in Salt Lake City. Close the 1973 and 1974 Kerrville Folk Festivals with him. Hitch-hike back and forth across America with my guitar slung over my shoulder. Muse on an island at the mouth of the Mississippi River. Rebuff efforts by a US Army recruiter near Wounded Knee. Ride in a silver tanker trunk full of rice hulls. Gamble in Reno. Play the Motherlode in Park City, Utah five nights a week for $75. Rent my first apartment at the Lindy Apts in Santa Cruz, CA in the shadow of the roller coaster on the Boardwalk for $99. Relocate to Eddy Street in the Tenderloin in San Francisco and walk the street tough wearing a San Francisco Giants cap. Black ice and a Ford Bronco headed to Austin, TX, my 10-speed bike strapped to the top. Stay with photographer David Adams Pond-Smith, a protégé of Ansel Adams. An extensive library of photography holds my attention throughout a cold, rainy winter. David shoots and prints a photo book with me in it. Drop out of college after seeing God while singing “I Shall be Released” at the Troubadour in LA with Peter Yarrow. Show up on Peter Yarrow’s doorstep in Malibu at 6:00 AM two mos later and tell him I want to make records. Introduces me to photographer Barry Feinstein. Become live-in nanny to him and his five-year-old son, Alex. Meet

Albert Grossman. Drive from Malibu to Woodstock in 1975 in my 1967 blue VW Bug to a cabin with holes in the roof and the floor and a ferocious raccoon and $200 bucks in my pocket and one phone number east of the Mississippi River and get signed by Albert Grossman to Bearsville Recs. Albert gives me a Nikon F with “a special slow lens” he got when PP&M first went to Japan in 1966 and wants me to take pics of his restaurant, The Big Bear, for insurance purposes. When he sees the pictures I take he asks exasperatedly, “Elizabeth, can’t you take a picture that is not artistic?” He lets me keep the camera. Albert sends me to London. “Why am I going?” “You’ll find out when you get there.” Tour Europe with my own band in a rented Dutch van opening for Roy Harper. Ride the subway to East Berlin. Get jackbooted. A crowded mess hall falls silent. A male photographer in Paris turns groupie. My band humps a female mannequin with a top hat backstage and I take pics. First LP, self-titled 1978, features timeexposure cover of me askance in front of the World Trade Center towers. Back cover photo I took shows a barren tree still laden with fruit. Photographer Kate Simon becomes lifelong friend. She gets her neighbor Stephen Sprouse to print my Ektachrome slide on one of the first color copy machines of Sally Grossman’s hands scarlet with cochineal and a white bathrobe. We fly down to the ONE LOVE PEACE CONCERT in Kingston, Jamaica and she introduces me to Bob Marley at his

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