Just call me an old Marine this gentle man said when I asked to take his photo. A face on the tracks we spoke only briefly but much was/is said. enjoy pjc
Archives for September 2008
Almost to Minneapolis late at night
Arriving for College
As I travel the rails this time my focus is the face of America, or the many faces of America is perhaps more appropriate. My Eyes are their eyes as we share time, stories some in conversation some with just eyes speaking volumes. “All the Usual Subjects”
reappear eight years after my first book. All the usual themes and then some, perception is reality. As I read this morning news not on one of the provdaish mainstream networks is the Story of Amy Goodman of Democracy Now and two of her co-workers along with an AP Photographer were arrested outside the Grand Old Party coronation of the new front man for The New Empire. Forty years ago a true democrat and voice for the people stood and defended the right to protest and the freedom of the press as Mayor Daly’s Gestapos clubbed and beat everyone in sight. Meanwhile back in St. Paul Connecticut’s poor excuse for a Senator sang along to the beat of a nightstick, bomb, bomb,bomb, bomb, bomb Iran. Hey Joe look up the footage of Abe Ribicoff in 1968 and see what being a true Democrat supporting a free press and freedom was back when there was a difference between the two parties. “Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose”
[Kris Kristofferson] Re-elect Abe. Joe’s only in it for the money! enjoy pjc
Warm Sun in Old Union Station Chicago
Catching some of the warm of the sun through the skylights in the old Union Station waiting area Chicago 8/14/08, the journey of faces from either side of the tracks starts with this women somewhere between here and there.
Some lack of chronology to my travel posts will be apparent to allow for creative visual and verbal images to tell the story. Images are not confined to tracks or a schedule only to my creative vision an ever changing look on a rewritten past. enjoy pjc