Carl was an award winning photo journalist. He lived for many years in the Micronesian Islands including Guam. Sometime in the 80's he moved to Honolulu where he was a photographer for the local newspapers. We reconneted during that time and had some adventures. He married a local woman named Ruby who worked at the paper and they had a son and lived in the middle of the Island, maybe Mililani Town. His life in Hawaii was really good.
During the middle 90's one of Carl's physical activities, besides surfing, was bicycle riding and while doing that he was struck and killed by a hit and run driver. The man who hit him stopped and told a bystander that he would call for help. He left and never called 911. Carl died on the road. The driver burned and hid the truck. It was later found and he was charged with the crime. A very sad story. I never knew Ruby but I hear that she still works for the paper.
As an adult Carl ( Carlos) was much the same as he was when we knew him at Paly, laid back, mellow, and introspective. A very cool dude.
Carl and I were life long friends. We met in '60, the year my family returned from Cuba and he moved from San Francisco to Palo Alto. Following graduation from UCSB he went into the Peace Corps and on to Micronesia where he spent the next three years working on an obscure little island with a population of about 200 people. There he met a guy who at the tail end of his career as a photographer with Life magazine, unplugged from New York and went off to the South Seas. Carl started amassing a collection of good photographic gear and under this gentelman's tutalage learned the craft. From there he went to Guam where he worked for a local newspaper, surfed and, over time, gained significant recognition for his photography. Wanting to make a career of it, he took a job with AP and moved to San Francisco where he lasted about a year and a half, the whole time longing for island life. The last move was to Honolulu where he shot for a local paper, began surfing again and started his family. This span of time includes enough stories to flesh out a book. The last time I saw Carl was sixteen years ago at our wedding where he shot seven rolls of film and captured the day perfectly. He was a renaissance man, an amazing guy and I miss him to this day.
Richard Bernstein
Carl was an award winning photo journalist. He lived for many years in the Micronesian Islands including Guam. Sometime in the 80's he moved to Honolulu where he was a photographer for the local newspapers. We reconneted during that time and had some adventures. He married a local woman named Ruby who worked at the paper and they had a son and lived in the middle of the Island, maybe Mililani Town. His life in Hawaii was really good.
During the middle 90's one of Carl's physical activities, besides surfing, was bicycle riding and while doing that he was struck and killed by a hit and run driver. The man who hit him stopped and told a bystander that he would call for help. He left and never called 911. Carl died on the road. The driver burned and hid the truck. It was later found and he was charged with the crime. A very sad story. I never knew Ruby but I hear that she still works for the paper.
As an adult Carl ( Carlos) was much the same as he was when we knew him at Paly, laid back, mellow, and introspective. A very cool dude.
Rick Bernstein
Ken Edwards
Carl and I were life long friends. We met in '60, the year my family returned from Cuba and he moved from San Francisco to Palo Alto. Following graduation from UCSB he went into the Peace Corps and on to Micronesia where he spent the next three years working on an obscure little island with a population of about 200 people. There he met a guy who at the tail end of his career as a photographer with Life magazine, unplugged from New York and went off to the South Seas. Carl started amassing a collection of good photographic gear and under this gentelman's tutalage learned the craft. From there he went to Guam where he worked for a local newspaper, surfed and, over time, gained significant recognition for his photography. Wanting to make a career of it, he took a job with AP and moved to San Francisco where he lasted about a year and a half, the whole time longing for island life. The last move was to Honolulu where he shot for a local paper, began surfing again and started his family. This span of time includes enough stories to flesh out a book. The last time I saw Carl was sixteen years ago at our wedding where he shot seven rolls of film and captured the day perfectly. He was a renaissance man, an amazing guy and I miss him to this day.