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Published: Friday 5th of June 2009 08:08:07 AM
Marjorie, thanks so much for the enlightenment And the encouragement. I spent all day yesterday at the doctor's for a 9:30 appointment -- Yes nine hours, just for a consult, x-ray and Rx. I am told the stent they put in me is now what is causing my problems and disabling me most likely and that the soonest possible it can be removed is the Monday after Monday, or the Monday after that. Gads! Imagine! Rationed health care! A stent is a 2 to 3 foot long plastic tube in one's ureter to bypass the stone, and probably the stone has passed or it's come a long way baby -- they couldn't tell exactly without a giant blowup of the x-ray. Life is like hell in the meantime and will be for another ten days or so, at least, perhaps longer, with reclining being the only comfortable position, and I'm a pretty active guy, even though I am totally disabled from pain anyway, which means I cannot control WHEN I can be active those times I am active -0- a fact I don't talk about too much as who wants to hear me whine? I'll be so happy just to be able to walk around without pain (and having to go to the bathroom -- or feeling like it like crazy with intense accompanying pain) that I'll be in a perpetual sense of euphoria despite my lifelong pain from having had my neck restructured (with mixed results) in 2000, and a second surgery being urged on me for that -- and for which I may now consent when and if I can get someone to pay. After having my neck completely restructured in 2000, get this, I was in the hospital 2-1/2 days, and discharged, and without cash, friends, or credit card almost 1,000 miles from home and no where to stay. So, I got in my car and drove those 1,000 miles home in some 18 hours, stopping only for gas, and slept that night in my bed, and had no problems driving at all and was not a danger to anyone, no matter how bad it sounds -- I was perfectly safe and drove conservatively and steadily -- the model driver. All after having bones and disk removed and bones scraped in my neck with a diamond drill, and nerves moved about to make me feel better, then swathed, and sewn up (and still weeping at the wound.) Honest to gosh, I was driving very, very safely, and hurting less than than I do lying in bed now. I prefer neck surgery to this. Thanks for the helpful words . . . . don't ever pass a kidney stone in a place where they ration their medical care. As to these guys, they actually were pretty friendly, but they were living on the street, and a pit bull can be handy, as there are some grim creatures who might harm someone who appears vulnerable -- street people often carry weapons, etc., and prey on the weak -- these guys might have been seen as weak, but were pretty nice guys actually, and I caught them here in a moment of stress (to be fair). Best wishes and thanks. John (Crosley)
Jhon, Thanks for bringing our attention to the facial expressions of these two people. The man with the sign was probably begging something from somebody. His look , I feel, is not at all innocent, rather a look of a cunning fellow. The other man's expression is even more terrifying and it shows that he is very much attentive how the 'deal' proceeds.Quite paradoxical from what is written in the sign! Thanks a lot for sharing such a nice street photo with us.I admire you for capturing such a nice moment being totally unnoticed. Regards, Suumit
Susmit Halder I suppose the reason these guys so readily allowed me to their their photos was (1) they were the object of much-needed verification of their own authenticity, being 'lost' on the street; and they (2) assumed that with that sign they could only come out with great publicity, since the sign is one of peace. But a street denizen or erst-while 'friend' or acquaintance came by, I recall, who had irked them, and the leftmost guy, I recall, showed hostility, which I caught, and it made for a better photo than just two beggars with an interesting sign -- the 'ironic juxtaposition, which dates back in my better photos to my first posting here -'balloon man' which is my most successful (highest rated anyway) posting to date and in some ways my most 'pure' photo, even if taken with an el cheapo lens a long time ago. You don't mess with 'peace-loving guys' like these whose pet is a 'pit-bull'. See above for what can happen when one gets out of control vs. a cop in his patrol car (flattened with his jaw, all four tires!!!) Pit bulls are kind puppies, but one time in LA's Venice Beach I saw three different pit bulls on leashes puncture three different dogs, while their owners (falsely) claimed they were harmless lap dogs (or service dogs) and ever so kind. They are bred to fight and people use them in their back yards to keep poachers and cops from their stash of illegal drugs, stolen property, as any wise cop knows to keep away from a pit bull (American Staffordshire Terrier and various related cross-breeds.) This one here was sleepy and under control,so I felt I could approach it, but I am MOST WARY of put bulls, as they will bite with no or minimal provocation, and not just a nip but a full-scale, mauling that doesn't stop. They do well around kids, except with in heat, and then have been known to even kill the same kids (happened in San Francisco last year.)/ Photographer always beware of pit bulls. And thanks Susmit for the apt comment and taking the time to express it. John (Crosley)
Carl Wakefield I talked with these guys for a while before photographing them, asked permission, and said 'I'll hang around -- just go about your business and ignore me'. And they did, eventually. Everyone's first impression is to pay attention to the guy with the camera, and early photographs show that, but sooner or later things happen -- life goes on. Here, I recall, someone who they were a little hostile to had passed by, and was being 'confronted' a little bit, despite the message on the sign. Hence the 'juxtaposition' between the sign and the apparent 'looks' of the group that I noted in the request for critique/caption. Sometimes you announce your intentions; sometimes you don't. With pit pulls around, you make damn sure you announce your intentions and make sure the dog is not going to be sicced on you - they never let go. Ttrue story; One pit bull flattened all four tires of a San Jose police cruiser with an officer inside who had been called to control the dog -- the pit bull had to be destroyed.. Imagine a pit pull with such tenacity and force biting your leg or going for your face and never letting up -- they can kill o severely main adults. In any event, these guys were agreeable to being photographed and assumed the sign carried the 'true message' though I think maybe not, in view of the leftmost guy's little hostile look. Best to you Carl; nice to see you commenting here, as you're right on. John (Crosley)
Great street moment so well captured... again.
Great capture here! Regards
Super John well composed and great that they are not looking at you, not even the dog. Well out the corner of his eye. Regards Carl
Hayder Alward Sometimes I can be pretty myopic about my own captures, liking them perhaps for my own, but feeling the PN audience may reject them for whatever reason. How wrong I have been about this one, taken around Christmas time! That's the continual strength of the critique forum; when I posted it, the first rate was a 6/6 and then another similar rate, and I knew this would be a popular photo and already after one day it has a large number of rates compared to other of my postings, although other, anonymous postings range as low as 3/3. Oh, well. It is interesting, which is why I took it, but I felt it had areas that were difficult in nighttime tones that night hold it back, but the subject matter seems to have prevailed as well as the 'CROSLEY IRONIC JUXTAPOSITION' which often seems to creep into my photographs -- that little extra something that I seem to capture, I think others often see that I just named, but they purposely don't capture it because it doesn't make a 'pretty picture' or it doesn't fit into what they think will make their photo work into their preconceived notion. I just take photos, and look for the most interesting one -- one which tells a story or is the most interesting. It turns out that those with ironic juxtapositions, as here, are often the very most interesting! Hayder, I thank you for your critique here, and all of your many others; they are invaluable to me. John (Crosley)
John...Sorry to hear about your health...Hopefully you'll be capturing more colorful characters soon...By the way...I was being facetious with my comments...These guys show clearly who they are and the Pit Bull emphasizes their decadent ways...Get well soon...Marjorie t
Hallo John Well captured moment ,hope they are safe and well .regards
Marjorie, let's parse some of your words Sure these guys are loving, but look at the left-most guy's expression,and for 'living on love' their buddy, the dog, is one of the most violent breeds in existence. Pit Bulls (Stafford shire Terriers) make wonderful pets, but if I were a homeowner's insurer, and had to insure for public liability and found you had one, I would pass you buy as a 'bad risk' and refuse to underwrite you -- too much exposure, especially in California where a dog no longer gets 'one free bite' before damages can be gotten from the owner. A pit bull is an instant liability -- sweet as all get out, even with owner's kids, usually, but if 'set off' Katy Bar the Door. And a group wandering around can turn into a pack that exceeds anything you have ever hard of. After all they were used to fell bulls in Olde England and/or elsewhere. Beware of them! I prefer a dog with greater brains such as a Weimaraner, say, or a Jack Russell Terrier. Active dogs who can understand a human's needs and wants and who are trainable to voice command and WANT to obey. And of course, a golden retriever. Looking back to my choice of postings, Marjorie, I'm just trolling past captures as I'm sick as a dog, in bed, passing a kidney stone or reacting to the stent which I cannot get rid of for two or three weeks and keeps me bound to bed. I'll be reviewing past captures when I feel good enough, and some other, passed-over work may see the light of your screen in the future. (the stone may have gone, but the stent -- a long plastic tube still makes me sick and keeps me house confined. My best to you Marjorie. Do you see the 'ironic juxtaposition?" I think you do after extensive colloquy above -- it's a category I excel in because I'm not afraid to snap that old shutter when things get intense, and people often thank me, and if not, I just tell them 'bye bye' as I wave and depart. ;~)) John (Crosley)
Susmit Haldar Well, I thank you greatly for the kind thoughts about the stent -- it's horrible to have one in, but I think it would have been worse to have lived without one - maybe much worse. At least there are positions I can assume where I have less pain, but almost all of them are reclining, and I'll be lucky in ten days or so when this ends if I have any skeleton or skeletal muscles left because of wasting. I do appreciate nearly each and every one of those who stop by to leave their thoughts with my photos; it has been just over five years since I left my first (and highest rated) photo here, amid great trepediation, wondering, since I'd never had any photo lessons and never had any critiques before, though I had been hired (but never taken the job) as an AP photographer, at an early age, so I was full of self-doubt. I doubt if the AP would much have liked my style then, and would have tried to take my 'style' I then had and make it into standard newspaper style, This style you see now would have never appeared -- amidst 'grip and grin' shots of celebrities and dignitaries shaking hands as well as baseball and other sports great shots -- but I would have become a friend, probably with Willy Mays, as most photographers where I was hired did. (but frankly I could have cared less). I do care very much about the critiques I receive here; as there is much meat in so many of them; (not all, but so many), and over time, they have helped me greatly in honing in on my various styles -- and helped me decide how to hone my 'street' style more as well as keep me an honest shooter, plus they have reminded me of things I've overlooked in my shooting so often, that when I go out shooting now, the effect of all the critiques is built in -- I have internalized so many of the good points. And the bad points just slide off me generally. And I've made such good friends, including you and a number of other wonderful people; people who genuinely do care, which can carry me through the rough times like this -- which truly is wonderful, and I thank you personally and all the others who have expressed good wishes. john John (Crosley) P.S. Susmit, the true pain killer I learned after my neck surgery was taking a great photo, or the process of doing so -- I concentrate so hard on doing that, that I move my mind away from my constant pain -- it's really the only activity that causes me to remove my mind from that pain, aside from working with those photos, posting them and (you guessed it) corresponding with members about them. (you are prescient, you.) jc
Ricardo Girao Thanks greatly for the compliment. I sat on this for about five months; I'm not sure why, but I did. Now I regret it.' Do you know where Anytown, U.S.A. is? Ask Josh Root, maybe he does. Thanks for commenting -- I know it takes time and effort and am very thankful. John (Crosley)
Aivar Susi Thanks for the compliment. Don't worry about them; worry about me. But so far I'm doing ok. And I'm learning how to take care of myself in a rationed medical care setting. (did you read the above?) These guys were in my life one night, then completely disappeared, never to be seen by me again. They may be anywhere in the country or world now, together or not. They were nice enough kind of guys, not seeming to want to get into any sort of trouble (the sign seemed genuine, despite the slightly hostile look in this photo, which was mostly temporary). John (Crosley)
One of your excellent street shots...certainly a loving group...including the Pit Bull...I believe they are safe with him around...Great work...Marjorie
doctors,hospitals etc interesting I think you should write a book. It could be important.
"loving goup" Marjorie; loving group??? don't invite into your home
living only on love, I am sure they did not even get out of the city
Samrat Bose You ask interesting questions, and as an artist, I could leave your questions unanswered and be within my artistic rights. For to answer all your questions might take some of the mystery away and thus some of the 'goodness' of this photo. Or not. I'll let you decide after I give you some of my experience in dealing with these two men (and the dog). These two men were parked thusly outside Portland and the Northwest's most famous and largest (multistory) bookstore, a world famous book emporium that now is struggling financially, as are all other large and small bookstores countrywide and even possibly worldwide. The competition is the Internet book, the used book market where used books are going sometimes for pennies as buyers seek just to recycle books just often for the sake of recycling and not always for a real 'profit' but often out of altruism, or out of disregard for real economics -- as they're amateurs with no real knowledge of value and no overhead. But these guys found a busy place to panhandle at night as that particular bookstore's main entrance gets an enormous amount of pedestrian traffic -- possibly as much from people with discretionary money to spend as any place in Portland (anytown, USA in my portfolio for those who didn't recognize that). These two guys definitely were together as partners, probably as friends and co-dependant on each other and the dog was their companion [An aside: due to the possible horrible outcome of a pit bull attack with the pit bull's propensity to never let go and its ability to inflict deep puncture wounds and severely main, I ensure that whenever I get near a pit bull, I assure myself the owner(s) have full control of the beast - and that there are no other animals nearby as many pit bulls will attack other animals indiscriminately. I once saw three such pit bull vs. animal attacks within two hours in LA's Venice Beach walk and much blood from the attacked animals and possible lifetime maimings with pit bull owners running away with their animals shouting 'he never did anything like that before'! Like heck!] Having satisfied myself that this particular pit bull was tuckered out and was not gonna see me as an enemy of his masters, and having chatted with these two guys and obtained their permission to shoot them (at will, but not a formal portrait but just hang around and take 'random shots', for this I dropped down and framed a variety of shots from the dropped position so I could get a more dog's eye view. A cohort or former cohort of these two had come by, at far left, out of camera view, and the man, left, had not had such good relations with him, or the guy, left had a pointed barb to send to the man, so he is caught here sending that barbed remark, which is somewhat out of character for him based on the totality of what I saw while I was there with these guys. But it was real, and it was a true part of the totality, even if it was not completely representative of the rather nice guys these guys seemed to be. I judged them to be rather harmless and really rather friendly. I took my photos, wished them success in panhandling, them mosied off with thanks to them for their cooperation. Now, I don't know if the photo is better for having told you the story, or not. Cartier-Bresson for his earlier, non-journalistic photos, did not like to tell 'the story in part because he was a surrealist, and surrealism suggested you didn't need to tell a story. A photo could stand or fall on what was depicted within the frame. After the founding of Magnum when he took on the mantle of photo-journalist, however, he wrote, long, detailed captions that would substitute for stories if his photos arrived at a magazine without someone else's accompanying story -- so they still could be sold with some significant words attached -- Cartier-Bresson's words. He took this task very seriously, too. I once wrote captions for part of my work at Associated Press as a photo editor, so it comes naturally to me to describe a photo, but I also know how not to tell the story, but it goes against my grain. You tell me which you think is the better way for this photo, would you -- to tell the story, or withhold it? I'd be pleased to learn your answer and your reasons therefore. Thanks for an interesting set of questions and the implicit observation(s). John (Crosley)
Very effective b/w shot of life as it is. I like the expression you have captured in the faces of the men. The dog's expression seems likewise...in all, the photo makes me want to know more...what is the man on the left saying? Are these two people friends, or just people who have sat side by side by chance? The expression on the other person's face is interesting...I wonder what/who he is staring at, what is he thinking. As I said, this is reality...and makes me aware of what responsibilities we have other than just shooting for art's sake. Thank you, John.
Miles, Thank You! I am ever so thankful for your good wishes; I hope to rid myself of this curse very soon - maybe within this week -- at least I have hopes. I know it is showing itself in my output as you have seen. Thank you for your good wishes, my friend. Such good wishes help me keep going through good times, as pain truly saps my energy in ways I hadn't thought possible, but the minute it is not present, I seem 'normal'. john John (Crosley)
Hi John, I dropped by to take a look and find that you are a little off colour (pun unintentional) health-wise. I do hope you feel much better soonest and continue to keep your audience satisfied with your fine photos and extraordinarily conscientious always interesting commentary. Best wishes, Miles.
Gordon Your comments are 'wonderful' and add greatly to my understanding of the subtleties of this photo. As photographer, I experienced the guy with the pit bull as a most sympathetic guy, not as you see him,but in the photo, as you see him is as he should be seen -- not as I 'felt' him, as that has no photographic validity. Thanks for helping me keep that straight. As for the two lights above the other guy's head - light's analogous to devil's horns, or something analogous, is that what you had in mind -- again, not how I experienced these two rather nice guys, but my depiction may show differently, and in fact may reveal a truth whether or not I experienced it. In fact on the street, I have met and had good discussions with people who I think later have turned out to be some VERY nasty people, but experienced the nice part of them, so I'm not the one to be able to judge their personalities 'as a whole'. I met a guy in McDonald's in the LA ghetto, in his '70s, who told me of his machinations to get his disability pension (so it would be tax free) and it was fascinating, and later, I saw a photo in the paper about a serial killer found by DNA, and somehow it looked like the same guy. Was I wrong? The guy had a serious and strange twisted mind, but interesting none the less and he wasn't about to strangle me in McDonald's in the ghetto, so I didn't experience any evil in him, though thorough perseverance. (and lacking television footage, I can't really tell if it's the same guy -- they locked him up and only issued serial photographs, but it seemed he worked for the same public agency . . . . . hints of the television show to end all creepy television shows -- 'The Twilight Zone' written by Rod Serling. The 'street photographer' meets all kinds, and those I experience as possibly kind and cooperative may be capable of all sorts of mischief. Thanks for helping focus my eyes on my image, not my heart. (You always add something important to my interpretation of my photos.) John (Crosley)
I see that hypocrisy is alive and well at either end of the food chain. The guy with the pit bull looks like he would slit your throat in a heartbeat, and probably love doing so. Great capture. The positioning of those two lights directly above the head of the guy with the sign , could well be inspiration for a few interpretations.
tell the story or without it With or without; does not matter. Commentary is an issue that came between us from the time we met and keeps me coming back. Your commentary is interesting but adds nothing to your photo and if fact has nothing to do with the photo.. But both are interesting. I wrote more but came back and deleted. It is not a new matter between us and you were not asking me for my opinion. Hope I have not orphaned a thought of yours.
I just want to see it again. It is great. Regards.
P.S. John, you enjoy the writing as much as the photography so I'd not suggest that you stop. Keep writing.!
Joke Weir Back from the hospital for two days -- so sick in the E.R. waiting room - looked so bad I didn't have to wait with the other 85 people waiting to see a doctor, they just ushered me in right away and soon started giving me morphine. Spent two days in a bed, never once getting out of it except to lose almost ten pounds of 'water weight' if you can guess what that is . . . . ' I won't answer questions about that . . . except to say that my kidneys work superbly and it's the plastic stent designed to bypass the stone that is there no longer, and the stent and pain was obstructing the flow, and now they'll remove the stent that causes to much excruciating pain 'when the schedule allows -- meaning weeks or even months and in the meantime, maybe they say, I can get around if they load me with some of the world's strongest narcotics -- and I hope they are right because my life has been hell for over a month with pain interfering with anything but being in bed -- anathema to a 'street' photographer. Morphine - sweet bringer of Morpheus -- for me brought only the most awful, bizarre and scary of nightmares -- enough to make one swearing off sleep entirely, unless tempered with something to blow away the nausea (bringer of nightmares, I found, and brush away the awful thoughts of my skeleton closet of night horrors that I never knew was there -- and perhaps just was invented for the purpose of having to try to sleep in the hospital loaded with narcotizing, vomitacious morphine (before they gave me an emetic.) Even almost 24 hours later, I can remember those horrible nightmares, and the order in which they came. If they came with regularity, they could throw one off regular mental health entirely, but I think they are only temporary and avoidable with using Morphine as it appears I must for the foreseeable future. They loaded me up with narcotics of a kind no ordinary citizen can even broach with his doctor before the doctor starts phone the authorities, before sending me out the door, complaining to me that their 'urology staff'' was sorely underfunded, and the urology surgeon's promised visit never materialized -- a doctor, I am sure known far and wide for her beauty, promised a visit by that surgeon, and it just evaporated (she didn't suggest - but actually TOLD me he would come, and she also told me he was trying to work out with her an early 'surgery' which her department head explicitly said was probably not so. In the end I was told surgery might not come for a very long time (if at all, I lamented half openly). She, a Persian-American talked about the Revolution in terms of protesters representing 'the other guy' [Mousawi] against who apparently is the good guy (Ahmadinijad), and when I was entrusted to her care for acute pain management, didn't manage to sign orders for my first injection after the request for a good 5-1/2 hours, leaving 1me wanting to scream, but knowing in a hospital, people scream and die and nobody really cares. I once was in another hospital emergency room (Silicon Valley) after a minor accident, was told the coded loudspeaker message 'Dr. Blue, Dr. Blue, come to the (name of department) really meant someone had died in the hospital. The Emergency Room at that semi-famous hospital did not lament the death, but instead broke out in cheers - 'someone had died -- AHA -- they had just one more bed to put someone into!!' That's hospital gallows humors. In such a place if one actually confronts the issue of how much pain is around oneself and does not erect a wall against that pain that surrounds, one will be out of the doctoring and hospital business very soon, because of a damaged psyche -- soon become just plumb out of empathy - not enough to share with all those souls who would suck that empathy dry, then ask for more, more more, and when that was exhausted, demand even more. So, anyone who truly asks for empathy in a substantial hospital will get an expression, but the staff on my floor was too busy partying the night away last night with raucous laughter and jokes from the nursing station to be heard throughout the floor of sleeping patients - one could tell they had an hours-long joke fest and anecdotes galore to share as they were surrounded by pain - invasive pain, as they practiced their group diversion to cover their group psyche and cement their fellowship (no mater that I truly hadn't slept in two days and they were depriving me of much needed sleep -- sleep of patients is something that really 'doesn't matter' at a floor nursing station when there are good jokes to tell and raucous laughter to send down the halls as patients like me get jolted awake from outrageous, vomitacious nightmares (together with enough pain to melt the Statue of Liberty into a puddle of copper. No one resents those people trying to hang onto their sanity -- which prompts the gallows humor of the operating room. One nurse I briefly dated in times past, explained to me that when a fellow was being operated on, that it was the female 'nurse's prerogative' wherever she worked as an Operating Room nurse (several prominent Silicon Valley hospitals clamored for her services) to do the 'rites' of evaluating the male penis and its potential size and length at erection - all for their delight before getting down to really serious operating room business. She did not admit to every being punished for that -- it seemed to be some sort of 'ritual' she revealed, and not commonly discussed . . . . but ever present in her experience. At the same time, in lawsuits women complain when so-called 'sleep dentists' get caught (justifiably so) copping a feel (or much worse), when their female patients are numbed away with nitrous oxide or any other gaseous sedative of the day. Those men dentists go to jail and lose their licenses -- but my operating nurse friend du jour claimed only 'understanding looks' by her male cohorts -- who probably got a good look at their attractive sedated female patients, as was strongly suggested by her (and she was a pretty good reporter of facts). All in all, with all the dissembling (which is a diplomatic word for something so close to lying that one can hardly tell the two apart) by various medical staff where I treated, all to inveigle me into taking certain treatment actions (certainly not all staff, and certainly not the head of the department of Medicine where I treated who was straight as an arrow in my book and some other outstanding personnel), it seems that misleading the patient is the order of the day in many circumstances rather than the the way in which things are to be ordered. (name of hospital intentionally withheld and will not be revealed). I was invited (by the chief muckety-muck of the medicine department where I was treated to 'walk into hospital administration to voice my concerns about such dissembling and other bureaucratic SNAFUS (Situation Normal, All Fouled Up), that because of dissembling about 'promises, outcomes, dates and risks, this facility was almost certainly battering patients and a certain number were going to either die or give up on life for failure to best the system, and simply get poor to worse results (including death) because of that. I think I was so clear-headed in the way I explained myself, he felt that complaints of his he long had voiced to his own administration, would get a better hearing from me, an articulate (and clear reporting outsider) if I took them personally to Administration. At least he asked that I consider doing so, and encouraged me to do so. In a way, I felt I would be his surrogate. (good politics on his part, or just a smart man caught in a unresponding bureaucracy, or both?) (I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt . . . . and do NOT expect a guaranteed result from surgery or any medical procedure, but when a timetable is laid out or a certain course of therapy is promised (and on a timetable) then in retrospect when it becomes clear that timetable was never serious -- it becomes a matter of 'dissembling' on the part of all who lay out that 'timetable' - remember, the synonym or near synonym for dissembling - lying or fraudulent representation - about which I could write a learned treatise from my study of law and long-ago practice of same - and there is more than one kind of lie. (E.G. a lie is something you know is false and tell is true when you KNOW it is false, it also is something you don't know if it is true or false, but you represent you know it to be true when you don't actually know anything and you are aware you don't know, etc., and of course that overlaps into the tort of deceit (one is in 'contract' and the other is in 'deceit', but they essentially mirror one another. Also, a promise to perform, which performance is not truly intended to be performed [addendum: applies to a schedule to perform too, in my book] (There are other definitions, also, and this is NOT that treatise.) I have found out (something I have known a long time), that the patient who does not go in with a grudge will get the best treatment from everybody and that if that patient listens and records carefully (mentally or otherwise) the promises made, then tells those who said those promises, some will deny every having said them (those whose professionalism may be a little lacking,I think) and others will say that they said those things but later add qualifiers, (which they did not ever express when they made the representations, and I have great ear for such qualifiers - as a one-time attorney, I listen carefully for the qualifiers - e.g. 'we will do thus and so IF (followed by qualifiers, as opposed to 'we will do thus and so'. (absolutely, no qualifiers). In a great many cases it will come to no harm and I don't kick (s**t) just to be doing that, but when I am disabled one or two months because of false promises and insinuations, that is quite another
John; Straying way off topic now -- I had gall stones a few years back which was not much fun. The solution the doctors arrived at was to remove my gallbladder, also not much fun. Needless to say, this isn't an option with a kidney. In hindsight, I am not even certain it was a good option for a gallbladder. Before I made my comment on the guy with the dog I had read your comments on how you got the shot and the way in which events unfolded. I still decided to go with what the photo was telling me, as I considered that a more useful comment. Freezing that single moment from this guy's life and plucking it out for scrutiny, cannot gives us more than a flash of insight into his being , however in that flash he did seem rather menacing. You just never know what is going on behind the scenes with people. I worked an entire summer with a guy who seemed quite level headed. A year later I saw on the news that he had gone home one night, doused his wife with gasoline while she slept and tossed a match to the bed.
Gordon, I had a similar occurrence I once worked as a waiter in Columbia University's show sit-down restaurant, and in the kitchen were two cooks, -- one cut the prime rib for the upscale guests -- faculty,students on expensive dates, prominent guests,etc. One of the men was a Puerto Rican transexual and he was friends with a black cook he worked with -- they often double-dated with sisters and/or girlfriends/boyfriends, I guess. In any event, one day the black cook got riled at me as the waiters piled up waiting for plates to be filled for guests dissatisfied with slow service. The black cook took his carving knife for cutting prime rib to my throat and said 'I could cut your throat right here and now . . . you don't believe me do you? You want to try to find out? " I hastily told him that I felt he would have no trouble slitting my throat and eventually things cooled down (I had not pushed him in any way, but he was hair trigger.) Fast forward to my last day at Columbia my freshman year. I was going by taxi to Grand Central Station to catch the train to Chicago, then home to Oregon. On the front seat was the NY Daily News and this guy's photo was spread across the front page with the words 'Murderer/Rapist Caught' He had been arrested for cutting the throats and/or strangling very, very old women in Washington Heights section of Manhattan after raping them in elevators of their apartment buildings -- most of them were grandmothers and very old (not your typical sexually attractive young woman at all). He surely would have had no problem cutting my throat as he had threatened. I was cool, and I have lived to tell this entirely true story. If he has been cool, he probably still is in Attica Prison since NY had abolished the death penalty (if he's not been killed in a riot or inmate stabbing). (He was younger than I by a couple of years.) 'STUDENT WAITER SLAIN BY IRATE COOK; NECK FILETED BY WASHINGTON HEIGHTS RAPIST/MURDERER' could have been the headline. But that never came to pass. They found the murder weapon in his Columbia employee locker/the very knife and other incriminating evidence -- the knife that would have fileted my own neck as he had threatened. I never was a witness/they had him through fingerprints, the knife and in 100 other ways, so I was supernumerary. I had been cool, learned my lesson about 'being cool' then and have always kept that in mind when tempers flair. Thanks for the story, Gordon. Street photographers have to keep in mind such stories . . . . it goes with taking photos on the street to know that 'nice' guys on the street sometimes are capable of doing awful things and many are not necessarily 'nice' at all. Treat carefully, those who take 'street' photos -- you never know what your subject (or worse, an observer who is offended while watching you take photos of others) is capable of. Words to the wise; thanks again Gordon. John (Crosley)
I spend little time 'thinking' about things, . . . Other than the time I am engaged in direct conversation with others, or those sometimes very long times when I am writing about things and engaged in organizing my thoughts -- which sometimes appear here, however tangentially to the subject of photography (like my last comment above, which explains partially why people have not seen new postings from me for a while) the writing process for me is easy -- I just start writing, and when I'm done, I stop. Nothing difficult about it at all. I reread usually to make sure I make clear sense and sometimes edit, but that's about all. I just write what I feel, and those feelings come from my intellectual side and my emotional side, and the course of writing helps me organize. I typed the California Bar examination essay portion and was 20 minutes ahead of any other typist in the very large room. I think through the typewriter or other keyboard. It's second nature. Though partially paralyzed in my right arm/hand, I can, however, type, at great speed, and without that, I would never be able to write the tomes that sometimes others find 'interesting' or that sometimes might put others to sleep. The writing, of course, is 'optional' -- I am sometimes astonished by the enormous feedback I get (almost all complimentary) about what I write, as well as by my photographic postings. I used to be a professional writer -- albeit a news writer and for one year a magazine writer for a business magazine, and in the course of events often would talk to Sam Walton (among many other retail execs) as often as twice a week (Walton founded Wal-Mart, world's largest retailer). Can you imagine? He often, in fact, called me, to tell me his latest thoughts on a particular matter as he built his chain up and tried to steer it clear of the behemoth K-Mart by keeping his chain in smaller towns than K-Mart thought it could make money in. In fact, fear of K-Mart competition is probably what allowed Wal-Mart through Mr. Sam (as he liked to be called), to adopt his prominence and his wily business strategy which allowed store managers great autonomy at picking merchandise for their stores (especially at the first when his stores were concentrated in the Deep South) as well as trumpeting that their merchandise was "Made in the USA' when in truth, that slogan was long eclipsed and on close examination, much was actually made in China or elsewhere. I can write like the wind, if the subject falls into a category I have had experience in, and at an age of many decades and falling across many different professions (lawyers, of which I was one once, delve into a great number of professions almost daily), and that plus my one-time career in journalism and a first class education at Columbia College, NYC (where Obama went as an undergrad before going off to Harvard Law), I long have been a person of great intellectual ferment. I assisted a Columbia University Vice President and traveled with world famous intellectuals around the country, giving presentations -- august literary, economic, political, or other luminaries whom most people would never ever meet in a lifetime were often my seatmates as we rode in limousines or airplanes across the country, or celebrated in a hotel suites after an eventful presentation to Columbia Alumni in places such as Philadelphia, Dallas, and Minneapolis. Imagine sitting in the back of an American Airlines jet in Detroit (it had bench seats then and serious engine trouble causing a five-hour delay) with Arthur Burns, past and future chairman of the President's Council of Economic Advisers, Eli Ginsberg, former member of the President's Manpower Committee, and Peter Kenan, Kennedy's economic advisor (and me, drinking in all the conversation.) Or traveling with Lionel Trilling or Jacques Barzun, the two literary lions of the day . . . . . One was afraid to take airplanes -- absolutely phobic and would only travel by train. One favorable word from one of these two in a book review could make an academic's career. Then, again, there was me. In summers I worked in a lumber mill (or a grocery store, depending on the year. At the end, I steered a commercial ship loaded with bombs and ammunition to Viet Nam and with a camera disembarked in Viet Nam (only to be medi-vacced later to the USA with a gunshot wound suffered in Trenton in the aftermath of the Martin Luther King Riots). Maybe there is a book in me. I wrote one in January with my photographs, for a self-published volume, just to drop at galleries and museums but bad health and the great cost (139 USD a volume) is preventing me from following through on my plans. (Everybody who looked through the volume - e.g. picked up the 100p photo book -- never put it down without going to the complete end and always congratulations were routine . . . . . ) Trouble is no one gets any money from publishing; galleries and museums are the place to make money with photos such as I take and both have had the stuffing kicked out of them by the recent economic downturn. And to mount an exhibition at a gallery, the photographer is expected to supply the prints . . . .at an inestimable cost, since I'm not an adequate printer. Oh, woe is me. I may have 20 to 30 books in my on various subjects, photo and non-photo related, and I just have to take the first step, meet the right people and just get started. I did it once in the news business and millions of my words were published - in news and later in a business magazine. I turned down an editorship of 'Business Week' to go to law school so I could practice law, as I didn't then want to live in NYC, which was a 90% job requirement for Business Week editors. I'm a careful and discerning writer, who doesn' t usually have to think so much about my writing; I've also been an editor, and I edit myself as I go, so my work usually looks pretty complete when I'm done. In law school for law review, I was asked with another to edit a manuscript by a world famous expert on criminology. His draft was abysmal. I edited it wonderfully -- the best editing he ever had, I am certain, since I had read earlier works by him (I was chastised for 'overaggressive' editing, since I was to be a 'fact check' editor only, but since I had been in real life a real publication editor I just fixed his words (and often asked him in comments what he really meant to say, since he was so often unclear). Sometimes you can be too smart and/or conscientious. He should have shut up, accepted the wonderful editing I gave him and hired me full-time. He might have doubled his readership or more -- I am a great taskmaster for writers who write ambiguously and carelessly. Ernest Hemingway and I both got our writer's training at the same place: The Associated Press. His resignation reputedly consisted of three words 'Fuck this Job', and he left, or perhaps it was only two words. I was more polite. The AP general manager -- the guy who ran the whole shooting match for the whole world -- took me to lunch one day as we often worked together. I was 24. He congratulated my work and my ambition, and said he had devised a way he could back my becoming someday the head of Associated Press. I was very impressed for about 10 to 15 minutes as he reeled off assignments he might place me into to further my career and better my chances. Then he handed my my own luncheon check expecting me to pay for my own lunch!!!! I had a new job in six weeks that paid four times as much and never looked back. Writing books -- nonfiction at least -- piece of cake, for me for many subjects. My whole site is loaded with essays -- just by compiling my comments and applying a little editing, or my 'presentation' on 'Photographers: Watch Your Background' one could already have two to five books, that could be published without very much further editing. In short, this is my epitaph here, if nothing else, or at least my autobiography. An important book? Somebody just has to ask me; I have too much to do now, and need a market - someone to buy from me and an advance to live on while I work. I am never at a loss for words if I know my subject. And I know to write only about what I know or to add appropriate qualifiers acknowledging my lack of knowledge. John (Crosley)
With this comment, No. 31 This photo has as many comments as my Photo of the Week from Oct. 07. Thanks my contributors (of course in this case, many are mine, though not quite half, whereas in the other case, my comments were not counted. I am glad to see so many contributions -- it has kept me hopeful as I have struggled passing a kidney stone, now gone (but the stent inside me makes me just as sick (if anyone considers having a 'stent' to help them get rid of a kidney stone), I can personally give them a 'worst case' scenario -- just e-mail me. John (Crosley)
Jhon, I pray to God that you will get well soon.Not too many Mondays to wait to get rid of the stent.I had an experience of having a in-dwelling catheter for one night for a very minnor but tricky surgery.I know about the pain. It is really a matter of appreciation that you write separately to every member of PN even with the pain you are bearing.It proves without doubt that you are a true lover of photography and love to write to people.I think you don't feel that pain while you are engaged in writing.That acts on you as a true pain-killer! Wish you a speedy recovery. Regards, Susmit
'Living on Love' (at least the sign says so) The sign says 'Living on Love' but do the expressions bear that out for these two colder weather street denizens, panhandling outside of one of the nation's largest and most elite book stores (and also one deeply in its own financial troubles like every other book store in America because of competition from Internet publishing.)? Your ratings and critiques are invited and most welcome. If you rate harshly or very critically, please submit a helpful and constructive comment; please share your superior photographic knowledge to help improve my photography. Thanks! Enjoy! John