Anthropology

X Marks the Spot


Monday, June 23, 2014

I like watching storms. I see a front moving in. I drive up to the top of a hill—a few blocks away from home.

Parked-Atop-a-Hill

As I pull into the cul-de-sac, I see an "X" on an embankment.

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Storm-and-Pink-Blanket

An ominous front, it moves fast. Pink and white blankets in the foreground are discards from a tryst, I reckon. At night, city lights sparkle along the horizon. This is a lovers' lane.

Sit-and-Wait-For-the-Storm-to-Pass

Getting soaked, back into the car I go.


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Man At Airport Sits and Eats Lunch While I Watch


June 3, 2014

The battery in my Kindle died. …  Boredom. Then I saw this fellow sitting on a bench, eating lunch. Do you think he is a steward? I have a hunch he is. I presume we were both being watched by one or two video cameras. I like taking pictures inside terminals. Privacy ain't what it used to be.

If you know the identity of this gentleman, pray tell. I want to give him a signed, artisan-quality print. Since I neglected to ask him to sign a relaeas form, this picture is not for sale.

Now I want a sandwich and chips. Instead, I'll take two Tums and go to bed. Sensible.

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