My grandfather, mom and grandmother returning to Pamlico Sound via Oregon Inlet. This the day where Pappy
taunted the fish. Inveighed against the fish, as ambassadors of the Sound, for failing to offer him up a real catch.
Shortly thereafter, trolling, he hooked into an Ursus americanus.
Author: WmX
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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