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Flesh on Flesh, the Yam Cutter, and other Photos...

The above photo is one of mine which will be on view and for sale at this weekend's one-night-only photography popup. The photo is titled, "Makin' Bacon," or alternatively, "Flesh on Flesh." I'm one of 10 or 11 photographers displaying their work. All photos are unframed and for sale at a mere $25.

Here's a brief description from one of the co-organizers...

"The photography pop-up series is intended to exist outside of Buffalo's mainstream art scene," says Molly Jarboe, co-organizer. "The pop ups are never at a gallery, sponsorships will never be accepted, and work will always be sold at or below cost. This is a people's art event."

All the photographers are showing people at work in Buffalo, I chose to do mostly closeups. Here's a bit of a description describing my series...

"This series is a departure from his usual work in that he shows close up views of kitchen life and the juxtaposition of beauty and grote…

Things that can be carried on a bike (#716)...

Another bike.

Here's the brief story behind this photo...I had to take the Boda Boda to the shop to have some bearings replaced, so I dropped it off and walked home. They called and said it was ready so I rode the Dahon to the shop and towed it home with the Boda Boda. I've done this before with larger bikes but not in a while. It was fun.

Urban Simplicity.

A Day in a Life. Journal entry 5.14.17

“Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans."  ~Allen Saunders (but often inaccurately attributed to John Lennon)
Sunday. I wake before the alarm goes off, and I lay there for a few minutes. Thinking. When I go downstairs I turn on the coffee maker. The dogs scurry about. They act as if they haven't seen me in 8 years instead of 8 hours. I feed them. Franklin, the finicky one, just looks at me. I have to feed him a couple pieces of food by hand to get him started. Coffee ready and dogs in the backyard, I check emails, the NY Times, and scroll Facebook. Looking at the clock I realize I'm running late for church, and I'm scheduled as head usher. Showered, I wheel one of the bikes down the plank on the porch, and when I do I notice a tulip in a neighbor's yard. It's withered. Just yesterday it was in full bloom. Nothing is permanent, I think to myself. I snap it's photo. As I pedal to church the air feels good. It's chilly but the sun is out.