stop global warming
a distinct odor
a buck in a guitar case
I walked right by this group of teens and twenty-somethings originally, but something compelled me to turn back around. I walked up and threw a dollar in the guitar case even though no one was playing guitar. I assume the majority of the group was homeless judging by the smell and their generally disheveled appearance. I shouted a request to get a snapshot, and thought they said no at first, so I started to walk away. Then they started motioning me back, I slipped off my headphones (shouldn’t have been wearing them in the first place) and he said “Why did you take off so quick?” I replied “I thought you said you didn’t want any pictures.” His response was “I didn’t dress up like this for nothing, you can take my picture!” and I did and now you are looking at it, and I successfully shared his smile with the world, at least the people in the world that take the time to look at this blog. I want to spread the humanness across broadband and WiFi signals, reaching the living brains at the end of the connections, illiciting a response. I’ve actually had photography teachers tell me they HATE it when people smile at their cameras. I couldn’t imagine why. Smiling is infectious and it’s free and they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I got sidetracked and jumped on the wrong train.
I got off at the Sheridan station and saw these two guys dancing and gyrating on the platform.
I couldn’t hear them though. I was buried in my headphones too.
They worked together. One rapped, while the other bobbed his head and interjected a few
YEAH BITCH’s in there.
None of us made eye contact.
None of us said a word.
The girl read her book as if nothing was going on.
I think she may have been intimidated
or maybe she just didn’t really care.
the bitches in the pool
the bitches in the pool
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not the norm
the social deviants
challenging the status quo
making you uncomfortable
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