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As Alfred Stieglitz beautifully puts it, "In photography there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality."
Another one of Bob, still hooked up on one of his conference calls. That's what these powerful executives do :)
Invitation to all:
Opening August 9 6pm to 8pm
Alegria Gallery
2737 W Sunset Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90026
323.454.4200
9to5 MF
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I have been absent from the flickrverse for quite some time.
One of the big reasons is that within the last year, I lost my 9to5 job when Ritz/Wolf Camera went out of business & became a business co-owner.
While the Wolf Camera store that I worked at was being liquidated, my new store manager & I came up with the brilliant idea to open our own store. We bought lab equipment (from four stores) out of liquidation, put most of the equipment into storage, worked out of his apartment for two months, & on January 21 we opened our first location.
We are Click Incorporated, Lake County's Premier Photo Lab.
As of right now we are purely a lab, with some boutique accessories. We're not selling cameras, but we can teach you about how to use yours & about basic photo knowledge.
It's been a hard six months; learning about running a business, trying to recover old Wolf customers, trying to capture new customers, making connections in the community & with other small businesses, making connections with vendors, etc.
If you're ever in the Chicagoland area, come check us out!!
You can also find us on facebook. www.facebook.com/click.chicago
(I'll try to be around more often!)
Historical picture of a cold winter morning, a Burlington commuter train coming to a stop to pickup the people of Berwyn IL.to take the train to their 9to5 jobs downtown.
I really need to give a shout out to the LMS choreographer, Venessa Chapman, stage left on this shot. The LMS routines are always superb.
2 x Godox V860IIc off camera flashes with Magmod Magsphere diffusers, both at 1/64.
Bianca sat in her car, cigarette dangling from her lips, eyes sharp as razors. She pulled on her leather gloves, smirking.
“Time to cash in, you old wrinkled bitch,” she muttered to herself, flicking ash onto the car floor. “God, I fucking love this.”
She stepped out, tightening her ponytail, put on her denim jacket that hugging her figure. With a practiced flick, she pulled the black balaclava over her face. The air was cold, but Bianca’s blood was boiling, her heart pounding with excitement.
She approached the quiet house, slipping in through the back door like a shadow. Upstairs, she heard faint snoring.
“Poor old bitch has no idea,” Bianca whispered under her breath, licking her lips. “Can’t wait to see the look on her face.”
In the bedroom, the old woman awoke with a gasp — eyes wide in terror. Bianca was on her in an instant, one gloved hand over her mouth, the other pressing a blade against her throat.
“Shhh… not a peep, you dusty old cunt,” Bianca hissed. “This is how it ends for you, sweetheart.”
The old woman whimpered beneath the glove, tears welling up.
“Pathetic,” Bianca sneered. “Sitting on piles of cash while you rot away here like a fucking fossil.”
Without hesitation, Bianca dragged the knife across the woman’s throat — a swift, brutal slice. The old woman gurgled, her body twitching before collapsing to the floor, eyes frozen wide.
“Night-night, grandma,” Bianca grinned, wiping the blade on the woman’s cardigan. She leaned down and spit hard on the lifeless body.
“Should’ve spent it while you were alive, you greedy old cunt,” she muttered.
She straightened up, cracking her neck, and moved to the dresser, yanking drawers open, grabbing bundles of cash.
“Fuck, I love this,” Bianca murmured, stuffing the money into her jacket. “Who needs a goddamn day job when idiots like this keep me paid?”
Turning back to the corpse, Bianca crouched down, yanking the gold necklace off the old woman’s neck and slipping her rings off one by one.
“Don’t mind if I do,” she smirked, pocketing the jewelry. With a chuckle, she gave the lifeless face two firm taps with her gloved fingers.
“Sweet dreams.”
As she slipped out the back door, mask still on, the rush hit her full force. Bianca felt unstoppable. The world was full of prey, and she was the apex predator.
“Goddamn,” she whispered, pulling off her mask and lighting another cigarette as she walked to her car. “Best fuckin’ night of the week.”