Photography Thinks
Never buy more than you need or pay too much for it. Here, we need water. Getting too old to push the cart around or fill it with cases of plastic bottles, which when empty are not good for the environment.
Get the car, Sharon. And don’t buy 60 rolls of toilet paper.
George Romero died. He taught me to be scared of the dark. Hell, I am old, which means I don’t carry heavy things and I get tired earlier. But age, the early age of television, let me watch Bela Lugosi while my parents were in the other room doing whatever.
Dracula didn’t scare me, because Zacherly was there to intercept them.
But, no one helped me with George. He made me believe in zombies.
“They’re coming to get you, Barbara.”
So, if you are one of the three in the room, you can do what you want to whomever you want. They tried to get Bruno. He not only had his conviction overturned, but his lawyers were paid. Sheldon Silver won, too.
Me, I am just a schmuck. Two of the three in the room signed the complaint against me. I didn’t have a chance. Like Donnie, Jr. said, “…, nepotism is a good thing.” The problem with nepotism is you need a family.
Good for Shelly. Good for the permanent government. Bad for the people.
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/13/nyregion/sheldon-silvers-conviction-is-overturned.html?_r=0
So, he sits on the corner of Boynton Beach and 441. His dog sits under his chair. He asks for help. Lots of people give it. Some question his need. But, as far as I am concerned, if he sits there, it is for a reason and I don’t need to know why. His story is his story.
So I walk around with a camera, using it to document the race, humans etc. It may not make me smarter or stronger, but I feel better about life. Meeting and talking with others makes me less stupid and more aware how we are all different. I don’t ask for stories. I ask if I can help. Felix didn’t want help. He said he was ready to die. No one knows for sure, if he went. I learned when I went to the food pantry and my images of him were on the door. Last people heard, he had been taken to a hospice.
Felix lived here, right off the highway. He lived in the woods. He could have had a place if he wanted one.
His front yard.
Garage and reading room.
So, Donny Douchebag, our coldhearted faux President of the United States proposes to cut funds for the poor. What will happen to these people? Yes, they could work if they had homes, places to store their things and health care. What would you want them to do?
I feel Bannon’s bum body pushing this legislation. His boss doesn’t understand poor. Bullies squash their adversaries and then either walk over their bodies or joke about their predicaments. The President and his buddies would rather see dead and decaying bodies in the street than offer support. More money for them. More power for them. And less for those who due to either not being born rich, being a victim of a social or medical disease or having a diagnosable mental problem, don’t have a chance.
I have never been hungry, poor or without a place to live. Have you?
Gentrification has corrupted the Bowery. The Mission survives. This bedroom near the New Museum and the Mission awaits the return of its squatter. He had a mother who probably never made him clean up his room. On the other hand, this could be evidence of his rebellion.
Now, why didn’t I have the courage to do this when I could? I guess it’s because I wanted to use words instead of images to change the world. I failed. Stanley Green didn’t.
Very sad. The world will miss his work. To replicate it, if that was possible, a photographer would need to be connected to the universe by strings, like he was. He could feel the beat and see it. I got the feeling from his work that he knew the answers. I wonder if he felt the same way.
So, Donny’s problem is that he doesn’t know what a dumb, ignorant shit he is. And, the same goes for his base. I won’t give them the benefit of the doubt and quantify them as Conservatives. They are at best nationalists, who care for nothing and nobody but themselves. At worse, they are mean spirited, spiteful, narrow minded and unaffected by knowledge, reason or humanity.
When you figure out what Dunning-Kruger disease is you will understand.
In 1955, Fortune Magazine published a piece by Walker Evans entitled, “The Beauty of the Common Tool.” Previously, he had shot portraits of workers at their jobs. This studio work was designed to show the tool, highlighting its shape, form and metallic color. along with its price and manufacturer. Like any glamour picture, the beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. The viewer didn’t need to know the function to appeciate its looks.