Panhandling, he claimed, for a homeless organization. Unfortunately when he approached me his mask was down and one could see the globules of spit arcing outwards as he delivered his spiel. Not a confidence-inspiring pandemic experience.
I’m all out of new pictures. Downloaded a chip from the camera last weekend and out of 30-odd images, 2 struck me as blog-worthy. Also, I’m working on a cleanup of my keyword library (very slow going) and a revamp of my commercial web-site on Zenfolio, untouched for, lo, these many years. So for now, it’s back to the archive and this image from Christmas day in Times Square in obBLOGato’s first year, 2008 (excuse the watermark it was something I was doing back then). I think I posted it under the title Harlequin Man, an allusion to the character in Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, re-imagined as a photojournalist in Apocalypse Now.