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I started working on an illo today for a story on child neglect. It still has a little ways to go, but I think I am on the right track. Now I just need to find the the little boy from the shining and I will be set.
Last night I went to the district for the Boone County Bank's 150th anniversary celebration. They were calling it a Roots Blues and BBQ festival, I'm a little skeptical about the Roots and Blues, but I can vouch for the BBQ. Here are a couple of portraits I made of Abdul Beal and his brother, Mohammed Kamara, who are members of the Sierra Leone's Refugee All Stars. I call Mohammed, Abdul's brother, because after talking with them for only a couple of minutes, they were calling me brother. Both of these men fled their hometown of Sierra Loene to Freetown during the their countries civil war in the early 90's. Anyway, they both had amazing stories to tell, and I will not forget them soon. If you want to read more about them, go here. Not to sound like a hippy, but I think a lot of people can learn from the Rastafarian way of life.
As for the festival, I think the idea was tainted from the beginning. Having a roots and blues festival curated by a bank, is in bad taste and I chastise them for their effort.
Bent tail in tow, Carlos laughed at the odds and lived life well. I am sure death trembled before taking him. If not for his Indian cry, then because he was special. Raised on the streets of Columbia, Mo. He caused no sorrow.
I promise, I will never see a face like his, in years of cats to come.
Godspeed Carlos.
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WHAT COMES AROUND, GOES AROUND.
A wounded bird under leafy branches
Adjusting feathers
Lifting a heavy head to reveal a bloody neck
The cats are circling
Infection setting in
Hard rain
The next morning
Feathers
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Little pink lips
White legs akimbo
You were almost dead when you started
Practicing your grand exit
I buried the bird you killed
Instead of you
I imagine someone threw you in the trash
When I whistled for you in the morning
Butterflies instead
I guess I knew
I always knew
What better way to begin this blog, than with images from the place where I began. Earl Park Indiana is a true slice of Americana. I spent equal time this weekend making pictures and enjoying my hometown.