Just like the French impressionists at the turn of 2 centuries past, the American 60’s will never leave us.
If 1964-ish I’d fallen asleep on St Mark’s Place in NY’s East Village, woken to this, I’d meander over to Washington Square Park to watch and hear the Veetnam protests, hand out flyers for something and find a date for the night who’d have looked a great deal like the guitar player in your 21st C. St.Pete. The more things change the more they stay the same.
Recently I have begun to explore a new genre, street photography.
The thrill is palpable in never quite knowing what’s down the alley and around the corner and whether it’s friendly, or not.
I’m learning as I go.  And as long as I don’t stumble over a tripwire or step on a punji stick I hope to post interesting images for your enjoyment.
Just like the French impressionists at the turn of 2 centuries past, the American 60’s will never leave us.
If 1964-ish I’d fallen asleep on St Mark’s Place in NY’s East Village, woken to this, I’d meander over to Washington Square Park to watch and hear the Veetnam protests, hand out flyers for something and find a date for the night who’d have looked a great deal like the guitar player in your 21st C. St.Pete. The more things change the more they stay the same.
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January 25, 2017 at 3:52 pm
Do I have to come out there and chain you to your computer to get you to write your memoir? The whole world is waiting…!
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January 25, 2017 at 4:14 pm
Maybe.
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January 25, 2017 at 5:28 pm