pretty darn new 'I Am the Eggman . . . . Koo Koo Ka Choo'

There is little to call this man but 'the eggman' which recalls the Beatles'

tune 'I Am the Walrus' which features the lyrics, 'I am the eggman, they

are the eggman, I am the walrus, koo, koo ka choo (or similar sounds,

e.g., goo goo g'joob). ;~)) Your ratings, critiques, and comments on

the photo are invited and most welcome. If you rate harshly very

critically or wish to make an observation, please submit a helpful and

constructive comment; please share your photographic knowledge to

help improve my photography. Thanks! Enjoy! john

Hello John, this is very good. Strong regular patterns and the seemingly insignificant figure in the background dwarfed by his livelihood. Ot's a good image and a good documentary too.

Koo Koo Ka Choo

Or its alternate.

That kept running through my mind as I thought of captions when I found this this afternoon while going through my older captures (one year old).

I've photographed this same man, same truck with same size (different lens) wide angle within the past two months, but like this better.

The color version is also very interesting, as the interior walls have a bluish cast to them, for a very interesting 'look'.

I may post that here or elsewhere some time.

Thanks Peter (and no, I am not the Walrus; that certainly was the Beatles big joke, 'Who was the Walrus?).  (derived from Lewis Carroll, of course and their use of LSD, a mood altering *enhancing* substance). I'm a rare virgin from the '60s who never tried it.

john

John (Crosley)

Look at the man, rear, and how his hands are held to his skull.

Is he bracing his skull, holding his skull, having a headache, of having some other sort of event.

Maybe he's just relaxing.

In any event to me, his posture to me is somewhat 'surreal', and that's a major reason this one got chosen and posted.

Plus you can barely see him; even though I lightened the interior a bit for posting; if I had my druthers and no posting he would have been left darker.

But Internet posting requiires some compromises.

;~))

john

John (Crosley)

......... from another "virgin" of the 60's........ great shot, great caption, for me, an instant retro to the Beatles era. Sgt Pepper's is on the turntable with a tad of volume crank.

Thanks for the memory on this bleak and dismal day in Perth WA.

Oh! the picture?............ could say he's a little "egg-bound".

Best regards

Believe it or not, I was in Viet Nam with a camera during the famous 'Summer of Love' then returned to the States, moved to San Francisco and never even went to the famous Fillmore Ballroom or the Haight Ashbury until far later, though I shot freelance, then later was offered a photographer's job by UPI and another wire service.

Three years ago, I met the guy who took the UPI job offer I turned down.  He said it was the job of a lifetime. I met him in Portland at a McDonald's, and he truly had enjoyed his lifelong stint with UPI until his retirement. 

In the meantime I had done numerous things with my life but had not taken that job -- in fact had feared it would doom me to living my life in the Northwest, and I as by then far more worldly, having lived in the Northeast, and having as a student been an assistant to two Vice Presidents of Columbia University, a researcher for the President's Assistant on Civil Disorder (riots and civil unrest), an assistant to a Peabody Award winner (WRVR-FM New York's cultural radio station), and numerous other 'odd jobs' before I acquired my first camera (whle still a student and then started wandering NYC's streets and getting my start in 'street' photography.

When I got that first camera it was mere weeks before I was published. Newsworthy events were happening all around me, and in any event I could walk around and find interesting photos with a 35 mm camera and a 50 mm lens (they're in my folder, mostly "Black and White, Then to Now' or whatever I'm calling it now.

I never regretted that he got that job, and indeed and am grateful that somebody got that job who appreciated it.

I instead went to work at the same time for Associated Press in San Francisco.  An AP colleague sent me to meet a former 'China hand' associate from his time in China during the fall of the Kuomintang and the rise of the Communists - a colleague named 'Henry' who was 'showing some of his pictures' right then 'over on Van Ness Avenue.'

I went, not knowing really who this "Henry' fellow was, and it turned out to be San Francsico's De Young Museum where Henri Cartier-Bresson was touring his life's works and had filled the museum with his greats, some selling for $200 to $350 apiece and I lusted to buy the museum full. I realized their greatness and WANTED to won some. I bought his book instead, 'The World of Henri Cartier-Bresson' and it sat by my bed, mostly for the next 35 years.

I shook Cartier-Bresson's hand at the museum (barely recalled until almost 40 years later), but was unimpressed.

I was incredibly impressed by his photography, however, which is why I had been sent there.  My work had reminded the former colleague--buddy who sent me there (Jimmy White) of Cartier-Bresson's work, and I was to be 'inspired' to great productivity.

It didn't work.

The opposite occurred.

I decided not to take photos for AP at all, before my first assignement even because I could not come close to Cartier-Bresson's greatness.

AP acceded, they made a writer of me, and within a day or two my stories were going as far as worldwide all with no training in writing!  And they ran on front pages before anyone could blink an eye and i was immediately accceted.  A year and a half later I ended up in NYC world headquarters as an editor, often times in charge of a major world service department.

Imagine that!

Just the mention of the Beatles and 'I am the walrus' brings back a flood of memories' even though while in San Francisco, I was not then part of the hippy culture, though I was close to it.  Many friends of mine then were of that culture -- even when I worked as a freelance before AP, but I never was a member of that culture. 

I as always my own man.

Still am, I think.

I think it may show in my work, which I hope is suis genersis. and I hope not derivative of 'Henry's'.

;~))

Best to you down in Western, OZ.

john

John (Crosley) 

A very interesting story John......... thanks for sharing.

Best regards from DownUnder.

That story's been told before in various iterations but software counters show me having variously between 1600 and 1800 photos here with 14000 comments, so you can be excused if you didnt run across that info before.

I think it explaiins a great deal about me and my photography - very much as regards my photography -- it literally synopsizes everything, don't you think?

john

John (Crosley)