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Bob warming himself on the stoop.
Cats aren't dumb. Throughout the day the concrete stoop absorbs the suns warmth and gives it off in late afternoon when this picture was taken.
Bob Stoop would make a great nickname.
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Nikon FE 24 mm Lens with an orange YA2 Filter on T_MAX 400 ISO film Processed in T-MAX Developer for 5 mins. Scanned on an Epson Perfection V600 scanner
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From My Photo Archives: Nighttime arcade action during the 1990 Oktoberfest in La Crosse, Wisconsin, on September 28, 1990.
"Auntie Shitty says when the Kenner comes, the house lady will neglect us."
"House of Lies. I cost more than that Kenner."
"Yes, but maybe we don't have enough dragon spirit in our eyes to keep the house lady interested."
"We have tons of dragon spirit. We come from the year 2001...a land where Eminem records ruled the charts and people thought wearing their underpants right up their buttcracks was a sexy, sexy fashion. Everything was just great. WTC NEVER 4GET!"
"That doesn't sound very great."
"Accept your place in history, Eureka."
"Do you wear thongs, Kachina?"
"No, I wear BL granny panties just like you do."
"I guess the Kenner won't be able to top that at least."
"See? I told you there was nothing to worry about."
Not quite sharp, but I don't care, I got a shot of a Falcon mid-stoop!
Taken at Highland Fling in Graves Park, Sheffield.
The very first people I asked to shoot after the, "Hey, nice camera" compliment.
I like these kids.
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Brad is one of the nicest neighbors of Open Source. This picture is taken about 5 minutes after I met him, at the block party held about 24 hours after my arrival. Stoops are so ingrained in my mind as being essential to Brooklyn that I had to modify his t-shirt for him.
10 ft x 4 ft x 1 ft steel box frame with stretched machine knit acrylic yarn situated on a stoop in Upton on the corner of Fremont and Lafayette.
While the project originally began as a formal consideration of the abandoned stoop, upon further critique, it became clear that this is the predicament of access and imposition of all street art essentiallized to its most basic form.
Typical of old Viennese places, this one too dwarfs the old man making his slow way across the quadrangle