Photography Thinks
I suppose if you were going to pick a place to check your e-mail, it would not be a an island in the middle of Boynton Beach Blvd. But maybe it would if you didn’t have another place to sit or your mental health professional didn’t show up for work during the Government shutdown. Well, it is Florida, after all.
Rudy gets a pardon. https://www.nytimes.com/2025/11/10/us/giuilani-pardon-trump-john-eastman-sidney-powell.html
I remain unpardonable.
Not easy to be a concerned citizen anymore. Been yelled and screamed at for years for wanting liberty and justice for all. Americans all. More justice, more peace. No kings or queens and take the gold out of the White House.
So, you know I am a portrait photog who shoots people wherever I find them. The accent here sits on the “find”. Some people don’t want to be photographed. Some do it reluctantly only after I apply some people skills. Some readily cooperate and even pose. I will write the next few days about recent experiences and include portraits.
Yesterday during a photo walk with my photo friend Art, this woman with a rollator cruised by. I asked if I could take her picture, holding up camera. She asked the traditional question, “why do you want to take my picture?” I said, “…, because you are beautiful.” She said yes and I shot.
I gave her my card and told her if she emailed me I would send her a file. She said she wouldn’t because she gets too many emails and besides, then I would have her address. Well, I pointed out, “if I were going to steal your identity, you have my card with my picture and address.”
We parted. All I am left with is the image.
Not big on tricking or treating. Not sure why Halloween became such a bid holiday.
Not for me or Sharon. No candy. No apple dipping. Just a little fun.
Jon Batiste played, energizing the crowd, talked about love and togetherness, while people sang, clapped and danced in the aisles.
So, a year has passed and I have not been back to the hospital, given blood or had a loss of consciousness. Have the usual pain associated with aging, in addition to an unsharpening of the mind. More good than not good. That’s good, eh?
So, we went to the bone doctor today for a fix to Sharon’s broken shoulder. He was supportive and kind. No cure for the pain, just adapt. Pleasure to deal with a doctor who is competent. He advised that there was no guarantee her movement would improve [it could get worse], just that the pain might go away. True to his hippocratic oath, he recommended against surgery. And he loved the pic I shot of him.
Well, I am doing the best I can. Glad, damn glad, you asked. Not doing it on my own. A little help from my friends, Jaypirca.
Many years ago, I shot a series of workers at Glicks, a local kosher grocery store. I distributed the images to each of the subjects. Sadly, the store was sold and the new owner had no interest.
This High Holidays, I returned to buy traditional foods, appetizing, fishes, challah bread, salad. One subject, Max, the greatest lox slicer in the world, still works at the store. He’s like an institution. Behind his station hung the image I shot.
So, we reunited. He greeted me and announced to the crowd (a large crowd awaiting service) that I had shot the image.