I forget stuff. Current research says that if you do that, you might be brilliant. That’s all well and good if you are young. But, if you are older…ho, ho, ho. Either you are just plain forgetful. Or, you are showing signs of early dementia.
I forgot these two pictures. You see these folks at almost every street event. They are selling something. Beads. Water. Jello Shots. Little cloths. I’m not sure, but some of them make a small living working one or two days a week. For sure, some of them supplement some kind of government aid. Like the guy in the wheelchair.
In case you’re wondering, people in this house bought some of the beads. They are well strung and very suitable for every outdoor event. None of us bought jello shots. Even if I drank, yuko. Way too sweet for me.
The pictures. Here’s a little thing that I do. I could make a fairly tight photograph. A facial portrait. To me, that’s meaningless. Sort of like making a full moon picture with no context. So, I use a wide lens. I like to see what’s going on in the background. I want you to see where I’m working. Where these folks are working.
I made these pictures a week ago. On Super Sunday. Even if my main subject — Indians — isn’t around, I am always seeing. Always working.