Morning Pictures
Had I been a photographer, I would take a camera with me each morning as I walk the dog and get my coffee:
- On the corner of Hudson and Charles streets a well-groomed man, in a pair of ironed slacks and shined shoes, puts a fresh copy of the Wall Street Journal on the pavement. His white bulldog, with grace deserving of the late Jackie O., settles down to poop directly onto the paper. The dog takes his time. When done, he gives his master just one dignified wiggle of his tail. The master leans down and covers the dogshit with yet another copy of the Wall Street Journal. Take a picture of the Hugo Boss tie directly above the dogshit on top of the Wall Street Journal.
- An old man is crossing Hudson street playing a harmonica. Carefully he checks for incoming traffic - there is none. Then with all his might he blows into his harmonica. He is wearing a pair of linen shorts and striped button down shirt with half the buttons missing. There is something wrong with the whole left side of his body - he is dragging his left foot and shaking his left arm. His face is twitching. His lips press hard into the harmonica. The startled instrument cries out for help - "help me somebody please! This guy is insane!" Take a picture of his crooked prune of a face.
- Take a picture of a guy dragging his dog by the leash into the vet's office. The chocolate lab has put down his front paws wide on the ground and is using all his doggy strenght to weigh down his owner by firmly planting down his bottom. The owner looks at his watch and gives the leash another tug. The dog knows quite well that nothing good ever happens behind the glass door and cannot understand why someone who loves him, plays with him, lets him sleep on the couch would subject him to this. He practically screams all of this with his large brown eyes. Take a picture of the stubborn dog's butt refusing to give up.
Unfortunately, I am not that great at taking pictures. Had I been, I might not need to talk so much.
- On the corner of Hudson and Charles streets a well-groomed man, in a pair of ironed slacks and shined shoes, puts a fresh copy of the Wall Street Journal on the pavement. His white bulldog, with grace deserving of the late Jackie O., settles down to poop directly onto the paper. The dog takes his time. When done, he gives his master just one dignified wiggle of his tail. The master leans down and covers the dogshit with yet another copy of the Wall Street Journal. Take a picture of the Hugo Boss tie directly above the dogshit on top of the Wall Street Journal.
- An old man is crossing Hudson street playing a harmonica. Carefully he checks for incoming traffic - there is none. Then with all his might he blows into his harmonica. He is wearing a pair of linen shorts and striped button down shirt with half the buttons missing. There is something wrong with the whole left side of his body - he is dragging his left foot and shaking his left arm. His face is twitching. His lips press hard into the harmonica. The startled instrument cries out for help - "help me somebody please! This guy is insane!" Take a picture of his crooked prune of a face.
- Take a picture of a guy dragging his dog by the leash into the vet's office. The chocolate lab has put down his front paws wide on the ground and is using all his doggy strenght to weigh down his owner by firmly planting down his bottom. The owner looks at his watch and gives the leash another tug. The dog knows quite well that nothing good ever happens behind the glass door and cannot understand why someone who loves him, plays with him, lets him sleep on the couch would subject him to this. He practically screams all of this with his large brown eyes. Take a picture of the stubborn dog's butt refusing to give up.
Unfortunately, I am not that great at taking pictures. Had I been, I might not need to talk so much.