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Black and White Photography, New York: Sunday, May 09, 2004

Got word that another photo was published in a magazine called World Literature.  I should start to keep track of where some of these photos wind up.  My favorite one so far is the Italian Cookbook that wanted a photograph of Grand Central Station.  It was a whole long thing, but they wanted an invoice sent by mail and I really just gave them rights to use it for free. 

I'm trying very hard to not write anything about the current prisoner abuse story because, well, besides being disgusting, you'd have to be blind not to have seen it and I'm sure you've heard a million opinions about it already, so it would just be venting for me to go into it.

I will make one comment, that is related to photography -- and that is did you ever watch the photographers  who sit on the floor with the senators at their back and the witnesses before them?  I'm pretty convinced that this is a sort of photography purgatory.  I cannot imagine anything more boring then to sit there with a long lens, a monopod, and a bunch of idiots on either side of you speechifying.  What is the great shot they're going to get?  Rumsfeld being sworn in?  I can only imagine that if you do something bad you get sent to that well for punishment.  I think if I were given that assignment, I'd put one of those periscope type devices on the camera and take pictures of the other photographers or the senators behind me.  Up periscope.  Ah - there he blows - the white whale (Sen. Warner).  Click.  Warner notices something popping up just at the edge of his desk and pointing around -- Click.  He whispers something to his aide, asking if his aide saw anything unusual at the edge of his desk.  By that time it is gone.

You could play games with them for a while, but eventually would get caught and banned.  Where you go after purgatory -- they probably send you out to Ohio to cover some third-party candidate.

Don't tell anyone - I was supposed to finish my little outdoor stand today (I'm almost done) - but I ended up writing music.  By the time the summer comes, I should have enough for a second CD.

9:26:59 PM    


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