Never Again

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.

Power Ball Dream

Not sure why I buy these, but I can always dream. Just like to get my money back. Well, at least some of the money goes to fund education, though in Florida, where there is censorship and altered history (slaughter of native americans by Trumps favorite president – andy jackson), education and vaccines are not appreciated.

 

Was A Farm

In 2015, we continued our escape. Moved to Florida where Jews used to go to die. Bought a condo in West Boynton Beach, a place not near a beach. Situated in an Agricultural Reserve, restaurants, grocery stores and a movie theatre were a straight line’s drive away. Buses drove farmworkers to the fields. Today, no farm workers and no farms. The absence of the former is unrelated to the latter.

Democracy 2025

Went to a John Lewis tribute (to honor him) and demo to see what politics are doing in FL. Lots of excited people. Too many of them, but who knows. The more people who know how bereft of morals and kindness the Republicans are, the more democrats there will be.

Notice the woman between the signs and the person in black on the left. Sharon and I.

Lorin Duckman at 78

So, I made it. A year ago, I sat in a hospital bed, didn’t know if it was my birthday or death day. Have regained my spirit, if not my endurance, memory and flexibility. Blood perfect for CLL/lymphoma, but not for humans with good blood. Hard not to reflect on my failed existence. I’ll pass.

Still have Sharon, a few friends and a passion for photographic art.