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The Fighter

Last Monday, after I had secured my spot on the Woodland Street bridge and spread out the legs of my tripod, I sat back and watched people. Out of the crowd, I noticed this man in a suit walking towards me, smiling like we hadn’t seen each other in a long time.

It had been a long time. Around oh, say, never before.

I greeted him with a smile and said hello because I tend to do that with strangers, especially ones who I know are coming straight at me.

He said his name was Rosco and that he used to be a boxer. After we talked a while, I asked him if I could take his photograph and he said yes. Almost instinctually, he stepped back into what seemed a very comfortable pose.

If you look at his right hand you can see his pinky finger folded up under his other fingers. He told me he broke his hand and that ended his career. I believe it. The pinky on that hand lays almost sideways across his palm. Go ahead, look at your own. Ouch.

He told me about his rise in the boxing world and how he met Don King. He spoke of some family issues and of some legal troubles he went through. I told him about some rough spots in my past and that seemed to surprise him.

I told him about all the internal fighting I had done for most of my life. How it wasn’t worth it and didn’t pay off in the end and how those battles never produce a victor.

I think he understood what I was talking about. I hope so. I guess what really matters is that I understood what I was talking about.

Rainy Day Portrait

Breaking Records
Breaking Records
     According to the weather reports the world is going to end sometime today. The local news is all over the story so the path of destruction is clearly mapped and timed. If you have any doubt of when your demise may draw nigh, just tune in to the local affiliates and they’ll lay it out with impressive accuracy. 
     Camden, TN, you can expect the fear of God around 3:28pm. Hurricane Mills, around 3:35. Mt. Pleasant, 3:41-ish. If you live in Crab Orchard, you’ve got about 25 minutes to pack in a few more sins before you hit your knees in a bathtub or interior closet and plead your case.
     It’s no surprise days like today are big news and it’s not my intention to mock the plight of those who actually are affected, irreparably in some cases, by mother nature stretching her legs. It was only a year ago when the skies bled like a stuck pig and brought a thousand-year flood to Nashville and Middle Tennessee. If you weren’t affected directly by it, you knew someone close to you who was, and it was no laughing matter. 
     I guess I’m just fascinated by how a radar map can be so captivating with it’s different shades of green, yellow, red, and, what the… is that PURPLE?!? 
     I remember when the Weather Channel was announced as part of the lineup of basic cable and how insane that seemed. How in the world is a channel with 24 hours of weather coverage going to survive? How boring must peoples lives be to want to watch that? And look at it now, a huge success. I even have their app.
     As excessive as the local coverage may be to me, I’m guilty of consuming what they’re producing. There it is, in the background, droning away like the cicadas will be about a month from now. It’s kind of soothing in a way. It doesn’t require me to be too involved mentally. They’ll snap my attention to order if there’s something I really need to know about, and maybe, just maybe, Charlie Neese will give us another inadvertent anatomy lesson and provide us with internet gold.
     I felt compelled to take a break from the neighborhood Ark construction and post a recent piece.
     A while back, Melissa and I received a box of old LP’s from a family member. They were rejected by the local record shop and she just wanted to get rid of them. One night we took the worst of the worst and made some vinyl sculpture by heating them up and twisting them into all kinds of cool shapes. I watched Melissa do her thing and I took a lot of photographs. I love watching her work. 
     It was like old school art class with my best friend. She’s going to cook a delicious dinner tonight and we’ll relax with a couple episodes of The Sopranos. If I have to take cover in a closet or hide in a bathtub I’d rather it be with her than anyone else.
     Be safe everybody.

Street Tunes

     Keep your eyes open and there’s no telling what you’ll see. Yesterday, it was a man named Joseph practicing the violin on a basketball court off 8th Ave. Making my way towards Reservoir Park with fellow photog Barry Davis, all I could see from the street was a torso, a head and a violin.

Street Tunes
     Barry parked the car and we made our way over. After introductions Joseph agreed to let us snap a few frames. The scene was perfect. Out of the racket of all the cars and buses driving by, Joseph carved his own place and gave whoever was lucky enough to hear it some sweet licks with his bow while his son danced and played around him.
     I really wasn’t expecting to find refinement around Reservoir Park and the contrast of elements was very nice. It’s these pockets of artistry that pop up all over the map that make Nashville such an interesting place to live.