Someway, somehow I manged to post too early so there was nothing for today. I thought about it for a minute and decided to show you a group of odd portraits that I don’t believe you’ve ever seen.
They are out takes from assignments, casual pictures of friends and family, and some accidents like the guy with the guitar in a grocery store.
I think all of the pictures are just a lot of fun which is what they should be. I tried to keep the mood and feeling similar. It didn’t matter to me if the were color or black and white. Nor, did it matter if the processing style was the same.
Most of the pictures are fairly self explanatory, but there are two that I’d like to talk about. The top picture is my god daughter. She is being filled up with whipped cream by one of her parents.
The other picture is the only color photograph in the bottom row. The guy facing the camera is Mike. He is the owner of the last remaining city store in New Orleans. In the 1920’s The City of New Orleans built a bunch of general stores in various neighborhoods of the city.
This store happens to be in Central City. It’s an odd place. First of all it’s huge. It is truly a general store, from the 1960s. I saw products in there that I haven’t seen since I was a young child.
Anyway.
You can’t see it but there is a large patch on his arm, mostly under the shirt sleeve. I asked Mike what happened. Mike replied casually, “Oh, some guy came in here wanting to rob me and I got shot.” My reaction was a little more extreme, “What? When?” He replied, again casually, “Yesterday.”
And, you wonder why we bought the farm. Heh.
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