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Seen On The Streets of Cairo (1)
In Middle-Eastern nations heterosexual men are free to touch others of the same sex on the street within traditional guidelines, as we see in this affectionate gesture recorded near downtown Cairo, Egypt. This might be father and son, or two brothers waiting together for traffic to clear. The visitor to this part of the world […]
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One From the Alexandrian Streets
This was my neighborhood during one summer’s sabbatical by the Mediterranean Sea. In our image you may see streetlamps, heaps of sand, and a wagon whose tailgate seems decorated by children making crayon sketches of melons, bananas, and vegetables too crude and faded to interpret. Above and to our right, abstract art twenty feet tall […]
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On Losing That First Love
“Never give all the heart …. He that made this knows all the cost, For he gave all his heart and lost.” William Butler Yeats I remember the warmth she gave To reciprocal talk on humid nights, Our bodies jointly radiant, listening To raindrops chime on stained glass. In satin yellow light Water-beads cast shadows […]
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Racing Thoroughbreds Is Perilous Business
I took this photograph minutes prior to a stakes race at Keeneland Racecourse in Kentucky, USA. In that instant, I was not fully conscious of the tense mental engagement permeating the scene. Nobody smiles, not one bit of levity emerges, and no chitchat passes among participants. Even the track official in the extreme right foreground […]
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Witnessing Primal Screams
A smallish woman lets out a king-size Yelp! Is she signaling to someone? Acting out a private psychological drama? Or do we see up-welling of genuinely improvised emotion? Her eyes bulge, and figuring from the posture of her left hand, she fears that during this violent quaking of her body she will lose […]
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Passing Through Still-Flourishing Small Towns
Out-of-the-way settlements — found in forests and deserts, mountains and agrarian zones — naturally exist beyond interstate highways. In their locations they lack brisk commerce. An above-average number of residents depend on government for income. Driving through some of these towns creates melancholy — the places are so forlorn and drab. Our two photographs provide […]
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Stopping By Pancho’s Gate
When hunting photographs by automobile my mind numbs over the initial distances, across territory made sterile for me by repeated exposures. In that mode I passed the sign pointing to Pancho’s Place. The oddness of the scene must have triggered unwitting thoughts — taking some time to surface — because gradually over the next half […]