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.
Photography Thinks
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.
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.
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.
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.