It’s not difficult at all to imagine what the market area in Jerusalem must have looked like 2000 years ago. This shot was processed using the new Topaz plugin Clarity. The walls on the right side were almost washed out.
Shopping
It’s another rainy day. I decided to look through my pictures from Israel to see if there was one that I do some work on and post. I was outside in one of the narrow back streets in Tiberius when these two young girls by arm in arm window shopping. Just two close friends looking into the shops.
Street Photography in America (via The Commuter)
I hadn’t yet got to the workzone that I could clearly see from blocks away. The orange cones and huge boom-truck gave the scene away. Except for the yelling. Yelling that was directed at me. I was 50 feet from the first orange boundary cone when I first heard the shout. “Hey! You with the paper…
Another snowy day. This is part two of a long weekend and I am looking around to feed my ADD with some activity. We went to brunch with the family at the Farmers Table. On the way home ran into a young man with a sign “Stranded Trying to get Home”. I guess a friend had gotten him a job on a fishing boat which was good until they sailed and he got violently sea sick. So I gave him a Dunkin Donuts card and wished him well.
ON the way home I remembered a file on the computer labeled “Portraits”. So got home opened up this file and converted it to black and white using Topaz Black and White Effects.
This is Ray and I met him at his usual spot on the street in Portland, Maine. Portland attracts many like Ray because of it’s very strong Social Services program. This is well know to the many homeless found in Portland.
Ray is not atypical of the panhandlers I have met. He spent about twelve years in the Marines and has been on the streets mostly since being discharged. It was in the military he learned discipline and also from his Marine father. He works occasionally at his carpenter trade but mot regularly.
He remembers his fondest memory being when he was about eight. His father waked him up five in the morning and took him fishing. He remember it vividly down to the smallest detail that he was using a bumblebee fly. There was a smile on his face the whole time he was tell the story.
I said goodbye and gave him my usual five dollar Dunkin Donuts card and he gave me a pair of L.L.Bean chemical hand warmers that a women had given him.