Photography Thinks
The powers of the internet and social networking lay before me. Don’t realize the full potential as I start to expand my virtual world. Don’t have the time to learn all I would have had I been younger. But, then again, if I had the same growing pains that I experienced the first way through, I would have missed this round of technology promoting art, just like I missed the one that started in the 50’s.
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Lots of people cannot deal with people in need of assistance, because they smell. One reason could be they cannot afford deodorant or soap. Why not, you say. Food stamps can only be used for food. Any money left after covering expenses, like phone or utilities, may go for gas for the car to drive to work or quarters for the washing machine. How about toilet paper. Toothpaste. Lysol. Tampax. Err, diapers.
As a hopeful, soon to be member of the Board of JumpVT, I collect deodorant from my synagogue for distribution to the clients. Think about giving sundries, in addition to money, when you do tzedakah. If you smell bad or look bad, nobody going to hire you.
So many people. Some survivors. Some just friends or family. Reminds me a little of Henri Cartier-Bresson’s famous picture, Juvisy, France 1938., without the wine.
“Not worth a bucket of warm spit,” said John Nance Garner about the vice-presidency. Joe Biden could disagree, he of the Obama portfolio for the first-in-line. Would would aspire to such a job, unless you live in New York or Illinois. But don’t tell that to Chris Bray who wants to be the Lt. Gov. in VT. He wants the job and he wants to make it relevant and productive.
Fantastic Saturday in Burlington. Festival of Fools on Church St. and City Hall Park. He worked the crowd at the Farmer’s Market, most of whom looked like they don’t vote in VT. He says he has ideas for a new economy. I don’t know if more programs that deal with farms and woods, which he says are VT’s greatest asset, will create the jobs that people will find rewarding and remunerative. Hard to dismiss a guy who promotes ideas of Farmer to Farmer initiatives and food hubs that will bring more jobs to the economy and more local foods to market.
And, he listens.
Jack H. Press, a member of Burlington’s Jewish community, died August 4, 2010 at the age of 95. War veteran, father, salesman, tennis player and who knows what else. I knew him for less than a year. Serious honor to know a person who lived so much, even if he couldn’t remember many of the details.
My friend, artist Lance Richbourg, Professor Emeritus of Fine Art at St. Michael’s College, has been working on a picture of the Babe for several year. On three occaisons, he has taken a picture of me with his subject. He documents his progress with his work. At the same time, I age.
So, somebody tell me why he came to Burlington, instead of staying wherever he was?
Sometimes you come to a stop light and the woman in the car next to you is applying makeup. I passed the bus stop at College and Battery with my takeout from Big Fatty’s, only to see Kristen putting polish on her toes as Hannah watched.
Don’t eat much junk food anymore, because of the salt and the chemicals. When I did, I favored Cheetos, usually the crunchy ones. I could eat a bag all by myself. Usually took them one at a time until I reached the bottom of the bag. Holding the bag in my right hand, I would pick a likely candidate, one with size and shape, and put it in my mouth. To remove the fingers orangey glow that filled my prints, I’d wipe my thumb and first finger on my jeans leg, leaving a sunlike blotch. When I reached the bottom where the little pieces settled, I’d just pick up the bag and pour the remaining remnants into my mouth. To honor Morrie, the inventor or creator of one of life’s pleasure, play Battle of the Cheetos.
Usually in the winter, you see a lone glove that someone has dropped unintentionally. It falls out of a pocket or never makes it into one. Bummer, eh! Here, on the side of North Street, just up from Burlington College, at 2:00 pm on Saturday afternoon, lies a black, slightly-padded bra.