So I decided to roam around town yesterday to look for something groovy to capture, and headed over to a street I’d spent one year living on when I was 7 years old, as it had a lot of character including old town homes and a large wooded area across from the dwellings that I’d loved to explore as a kid, naming it Fossil Mountain at the time. It seemed to my child eyes to be towering and loaded with exciting fossils galore. This would have been circa 1977, and back then this street was dicey at best and mostly run-down. I was shocked to find a completely updated neighborhood as I turned on to its dead end, narrow block. The structures all had fresh paint, were beautifully kept and Fossil Mountain had become manicured and landscaped beyond recognition. The character was still intact, though, so I hopped out and started snapping. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a man exiting his town home with his dog rushing past him for morning relief. When I turned toward him I was amazed to find him clad in nothing but a ratty old towel and feverishly, thoroughly brushing his teeth with one hand while casually holding a bottle of beer in the other! He stood on his stoop for what seemed like an eternity, completely unfazed by his lack of attire, and even paraded out to the middle of the street to check on his dog doing his business. I was so stunned I automatically offered him a “hey, how are ya doin?” trying hard not to stare at him, to which he replied with a grunt through this continuing performance of oral hygiene, “cool”. Several minutes passed as I awkwardly tried to carry on my photo session, all the while aware of this completely uninhibited person still milling around on his door step, still half naked. He wasn’t threatening at all, mind you. He wasn’t even looking at me. (Thankfully. That would have really freaked me out!) It was as if he was standing in front of his bathroom sink, going to town on his teeth. But outside. On his door step. In the near buff. And so, as I wrapped up my shots and headed back to my truck I spun around at the last minute and took his portrait. I figured he wouldn’t mind as he clearly has no problem being on display. The only thing missing was the bottle of hooch he’d been holding. He’d discarded it at some point before I had a chance to brazenly capture him. Now THAT would have made it perfect!
Natural light, no crop, no edit.
Pentax K1000 vintage camera with film.
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