Fred Fraser Commercial Photographer

Well … it’s not funny or sexy, but it says it all for me.

The Gillian/found-chairs/east-side-alley shtick continues.

At midday, when I was trolling alleys trying to plan route, it was sunnyish. By 5:30, 5 minutes before we all met up at the studio, it started to sprinkle. I was ready to bail, but Liz talked me out of it with one of those looks. So, we bagged the light, grabbed a couple of umbrellas and a  blanket for Gillian and headed out. By the time we had hit half the locations on the list it was pouring. Good times. This photo isn’t really an alley and when I pointed that out I got one of those looks from Liz so we shot it anyway.

More images here.

That is to say, I have no words for a post title – but I obviously have words for some blah blah in the body of the post … I also obviously have a need to state the obvious and I think this will become more obvious as the volume of posts increases. I Probably listened to too much Steve Martin as a kid. I have been reading Charles Dickens lately too. That might have something to do with it.

Oh, and by the way (while I am blathering on, I may as well get it all over with at once), I may not have words for a post title, I do have a word for pedestrians that weave all over the sidewalk (or bike path – get off the bike path!) like they have been lobotomized or accidently slipped into a wormhole during the Pleistocene era that dumped them into the now – Meanderthals.

I keep looking at these photos trying to think of way to title the shoot that encapsulates the look of it, or what I was doing photographically. Good thing I have the photos because I don’t have the words.

More images here.

As promised:

And you were worried Mom…tch

A few days before one moves away to school and one stays.