Category: photography

Occupy City Hall Park

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Not sure I understand the movement as constituted in Burlington VT. Stood around for a while listening. One guy complained that college costs at UVM were too high to send his kid to school. One guy said his kid left him to go live with his mother because the father could not support the kid in the manner the kid wanted to be supported (which could be why the mom left).

“What am I doing here,” he asks himself.

Amanda shares her views at the Community Forum. “I have a place to put a legal tent,” she told Stuart Ledbetter, a TV news reporter. “I ain’t on drugs. Don’t see nothing wrong with sleeping in the park… I am exercising my 1st Amendment rights to protest.”

Larry seems happy being Larry, though he’s coughing  and wheezing, wondering what to do when the cold hits. Could have a place if he would take care of Scotty, whom he says is too crazy to live with. “He could burn the place down while I am sleeping.”

An accident that didn’t kill anyone, but could have. Mother pushed the kid out from between the cars. Her leg got nicked. Baggage squashed.

Greg took too much sun to his face this summer. Spent his money unwisely, so he cannot travel to Texas for the winter. He is staying at St. Paul’s with Debbie, where my show,”God Faces the Street,” opened this week.

Nicol Graduates HIgh School

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Niclole graduates from high school next week. Will be in Israel, so I will miss it. Damn. How proud we all should be of her. And, as is said about me, what is next? My admission to Hallmark Institute of Photography has been held up, even though I received an letter of acceptance. It seems that the prep school I attended lost the records of my attendance and graduation. They offered a yearbook picture, which Hallmark rejected. I had to write to Penn’s registrar for proof of college attendance and graduation as a substitute.

The Yankees Loooose, the Yankees Loooose


A-Rod and Jeta had chances to make their legends grow. Big strikeouts in big events in the big ballpark in the South Bronx offered opportunities that ballplayers live for. Beyond their primes and overmatched, they failed, as predicted by the baseball gods who know when players should hang up their cleats. Sterling, who was featured in last weeks NYT, didn’t get to do his call.

But, baseball doesn’t end because the Yankees lose for this fan who also loves the game. How about that Philly/Cards game, sportsfans. And, in today’s NYT, Ken Belson images the “Fat Toad,” making me long for more.

Highland Cemetery, Greenfield MA

 

Beck’s grave. A gnome with a shovel on a gravestone.

Mathey served as a fireman, though I thought the hydrant might have been a symbol that he liked to walk his dog.

Meriott hunted.

Conant lived here.

What anniversary? Put a photo on a grave? Not mine. But, perhaps, there should be a link to a web page with more images of them, so we could see them in real life.

 

 

Paul Like Tigers

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So, he likes Tigers, the Detroit ones and the Bengals. A little too drunk to distinguish the two, but he acknowledged that having a reflector, held by Eric, shining on him, required me to pay him $3000 for the shot. He never read Moon Tiger, though.

“Mrs. Duckman, ….” Eric calls me, especially when he lectures me.

Quite an accomplishment for a photographer to have my street models hold a light shaper, eh!

Now, I just have to learn how to teach them how to use the equipment.

Nor’Easter on Lake Champlain

 

Lake Champlain has the capacity to take a beating and come back with a roar. Its magic and beauty have captivated, motivated and fascinated people for centuries. And that is a lot of effort over a long time. But this summer, mountains, errrr, climbing walls have come to the Lake, giving it a chance to show a new dynamic. Almost biblical, think about it, the mountains have come to the Lake.

Check out the Nor’Easter festival this weekend, September 23 through September 25. Rock climbing, running, boating, and cyclecross. A music festival featuring an eclectic mix of bands and sounds. A chance to aid flood victims through a costumed fun-run. Like, dude, what else could you want for the last weekend of summer?