It seems that my shadow is holding her shadow’s hand. Total luck…
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SP is wherever you happen to be photography, shot with any lens or film and done without disturbing the pictures content.
Nathan’s never closes, which during a blizzard is a good thing. Even if you don’t like hotdogs, their greasy french fries will keep you happy for a few minutes till your stomach realizes what you just ingested. I guess I like extremes, because my best days at Coney are when it’s 100º or during a friggin’ blizzard…
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Photographs lie all the time. I could easily title this picture “Love is tough” or something to that effect, but the truth is of course totally unknown. Maybe he just told her that he would not be joining her for dinner at her mother’s house on Saturday, and for one moment there was a tiny bit of tension…They might end up living happily for 50 years and have three adorable kids…
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Belle never cared for me much. She loved my mom. She was the one family cat that just didn’t want anything to do with me. This bothered me to no end. Even when I was the designated feeder, she would let her brother eat her food, rather than come into the kitchen and give me a sign of appreciation. Oh well, you can’t win them all…
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I spent several summers in the back of a ’53 Plymouth. We bought one for $50 and it refused to die. Even without a battery it served us well, as we always parked it on top of a hill and gave it a “Push Start”
I’m not the first photographer to notice that these Plymouths sort of have a face when photographed from this angle…
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Many years after I took this picture, a guy I know told me that the gal in the poster is one “Heather Hunter” a pornstar of high repute. Googled her and found out that she retired to try and become a rapper…This picture was one that I always thought did a good job of showing everybody rushing to get home and totally ignoring the poor fellow with the broken leg. I don’t know what it’s like to have to catch the 3:10 to Yuma or anything about living in the burbs, but escaping New York seems understandable, even more so back in the ’80s when New York was at it’s seediest. Of course I’m trying to place myself in the mindset of someone living in Somerville.
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Thirty years ago I decided to try and liberate every single Coke button and other vintage advertising sign in the tri-state area…I almost succeeded and all these years later I still don’t know why I spent so many late nights probing for these artifacts, while many of my friends were having the time of their lives at the night clubs downtown.
I like this view of a rundown neighborhood where almost everybody knows everyone on their block and the next few over…
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