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alley wagon (also hippies)
Of course you already know, probably, that I will always walk down an alley if walking down an alley is an option. That’s where the most interesting things are.
Anyway, I enjoyed finding this Radio Flyer wagon and a wonky basketball goal lined up this way. And then later, I also enjoyed noticing that the tiny sign above the door notes it as the “hippies and explorers entrance.” I understand the peace sign as a graphic for hippies, so I assume the coffee (or tea) cup is for all the explorers out there.
(And while I technically was an explorer that morning – and could by some metrics also be considered a hippie – I failed to utilize that entrance. A missed opportunity, for sure.)
Cisco, Texas
photographed 8.7.2022
three random words
I mean, the locals know what this sign refers to. And so do I.
But it is more amusing to think about it as just three random words, doubly stated, along a highway. (Yes: I AM easily amused.)
near Cisco, Texas
photographed 8.7.2022
they brought in the flag
I thought I was just taking a photo through a barber shop windows – barber shops are one of my favorite businesses to photograph. I made the image. I went on with my day, which in this case included a late-afternoon flight to Rome and then on to Sicily. When I made the photo, I thought the main thing was that US flag draped on the back of the chair. It seemed so simple, a thing that’s done at the end of every barbering day. It’s the kind of story-telling details I look for.
So the weird thing is that a month later when I edited this image, I noticed the Sicilian and Italians flags on the wall and a couple of other Sicilian things on the wall. They were there all along, of course, but it took my journey to realize what I had already seen.
Travel’s like that: it’ll open your eyes in ways you can’t anticipate.
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.28.2022
it was moving day
Here’s a thing: if you live in an apartment in Boston there’s a real good chance you moved into it on September 1. (Read this stuff if you want more information.)
The weekend before there was already quite a bit of moving-related activity, like these two happy guys moving a sofa to a moving truck that was right behind me. (I also *may* have followed a couple moving a futon for about 6 blocks, trying to get a good photo of them. And on a corner, I saw a coffee maker, box, and some other random stuff that was apparently there for the taking.)
The whole thing made me glad I’ve lived in the same location for this entire century, plus some. Moving seems like a hell of a lot of work.
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.27.2022
below the street
So, I started the journey from Lubbock to Sicily by heading to Boston. That’s a little bit of a non-traditional route, but there were some logistical considerations that figured into the decision and it made more sense that you might think.
Anyway.
One year earlier (almost exactly to the day), I’d been lucky enough to walk around the Haymarket and the North End with a local fellow* who knew some things about where photographers would like to go. So, on my free day in the city, I went back to those places on my own.
Looking back through all those photos-with-people that I started taking in Sicily makes me think this was a bit of a practice run…
Haymarket
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.27.2022
*It was Don. Don Toothaker. Maybe you know him?
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