So I’m out and about in my town of Prescott Arizona USA, with my son looking for something other than landscapes to shoot. In Prescott you will see a ton of actual pictures of Wyatt Earp, Wild Bill Hickok, and various other icons of the Wild West hanging out, playing poker and other various Wild West recreational activities(shooting people, drinking). The main street in our town is called Whiskey Row and is the scene of many a true Wild West Story, it is considered historic. Now, I’m originally from Minneapolis Minnesota USA, home of Bob Dylan, Prince, and a cultural mecca for everything from Bob Dylan to Prince. In the 80’s Minneapolis was full out punk rock, spiked Mohawks were easier to find than a parking space. Imagine my nostalgia to see this guy walking down Whiskey Row looking as pissed off as I remember all the punk rockers from Minneapolis looking(it seemed to be their standard facial expression, didn’t matter if they were having sex or ordering a Mcmuffin). I would have killed to get reaction shots of the cowboys eyeballing this guy. The cowboys are good people, the punk rockers are good people, but somehow they just don’t seem to see that in each other. Now if I could just get a shot of this guy riding a Bull at the Rodeo, a Bull with a piercing, I won’t say where the piercing would be located.
Hand Held(took forever for this guy to turn to the side so I could get the full on Mohawk, but at least he did while framed against a harsh light that highlighted the hawk.)