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Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Hombre con pollos

I have always thought that the best pictures you can capture, or life experiences for that matter, are the ones you would never visualize coming down the pike, the ones you could never possibly plan for.

I have not been feeling well, a sniggling cold and allergy has turned into something bronchial and way worse. Doctor tomorrow.

I drove to the coast to return some paintings yesterday morning, went to La Especial for chicken soup, a known cure for what ails you.

It stayed with me all of thirty seconds, I pulled off into the dirt off coast highway and managed to open my door. Partially anyway.

I ended up filling my driver door pockets with three or four inches of puke. A quick trip to Rite Aid for paper towels and I did my best to clean up my miserable mess.

I drove back to my shop and saw this man walking down the street with two chickens tied together with a string.

I believe that he is a Guatemale├▒o, could be Mexican but I have lived and worked around these good people for a long time.

Most Guatemalans in this area are from one puebla, Soloma, also known as San Pedro. He was I think poquito borracho, a little bit drunk, although I honestly smelled no alcohol.

I kept a long lens distance away. I happened to have my bird lens in the car and grabbed the 150-600mm. You use what you got and hope for the best when providence gives you these kinds of visual opportunities. Wished I had an 85mm on or the 70-200mm but I didn't. Dance with who brung ya. Make it work.

 Asked him if I could snap a few pics and he smiled sheepishly and assented.

I called a few of my neighbors out to check the guy out and they seemed at least slightly amused. It is weird, we all have our own taste. Some folks like sunsets, others favor poor latinos trying to use their chickens for hats. Always had a taste for the incongruous, myself.

One of my favorite pics that I have ever grabbed was a black dude holding a red plane at the swap meet.

I never will forget what Jerry Kalman said when he saw it, " I don't get it, a black guy holding a plane?"

We all have our own aesthetic sense and individual life experiences and sometimes our intended messages don't get expressed, conveyed or translated.

Nothing you can do about it but follow your own path.

There was a sad, if not comical humanity about this guy, probably came from a place where it is commonplace to take your chickens for a walk. Perhaps their last walk before they end up in his stomach. My spider sense told me that he was a stranger in a strange land, almost tragically removed from his accustomed reality, perhaps his family as well.

I'm going home soon to hopefully get well.


stan s said...

really nice, robert!

Helen Killeen Bauch McHargue said...

Brilliant. Double brilliant.

Sanoguy said...

Good shots! Get well!

Emergefit said...

Amazing. Truly...

North County Film Club said...

Love the main photo!
I hope he doesn't eat them.

Drew Kampion said...

Listening to CLAY PIGEONS while reading your 9/5 post; guess you ain't lost me yet.

Anonymous said...

Welcome back. BHB is better than ever!

Unknown said...

Sorry to be picky but Guatemalteco, would be the correct word for Guatemalan, great photos.

Blue Heron said...

thanks Mike. I have always used the word, think both are correct.