The American film industry elevated the the status of the herder, the man whose job was to follow in the dust and dejection of the beeves. The coke-poke. Elevated him to demigod, symbol of freedom, Haliaeetus leucocephalus in human form.
Will we witness the apotheosis of the trucker? See idealized portrayals of teamsters traversing the super slab? The freedom, the brake dust, the high and fast view…
Live feed of the BP spew.
I stumbled off the track to success in 1968, started chasing shadows that summer. Since then, In addition to farm-laborer and newspaper photographer my occupational incarnations include dishwasher, janitor, retail photo clerk, plumber, HVAC repairman, auto mechanic, CAT scan technologist, computer worker and politico (whatever it takes to buy a camera.) I am on the road to understanding black and white photography.
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