zombiemann
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I know the composition is a bit wonky. I know the lights are blown out a bit. During post processing I was going for a cooked, somewhat dirty feel. For me, this is more than just a photograph, it is an expression of anger bordering on rage.
I went for a walkabout this evening around the downtown area figuring I would play around with some ideas I had. I've done this many times in the past with no issue. Tonight was an exception to the rule. I was wandering around, doing my thing, when this guy comes out of nowhere and demands (not asks) for a cigarette. I never smoke when I'm shooting because all it takes is one wind shift to ruin a shot (been there done that). I told the guy I didn't have any on me, so he asks me "How much cash you got?". My response was again: none. He then asked me how much my camera was worth..... I don't think he liked my response "For my it cost a good amount of money, for you it will cost 6 months physical therapy". At the risk of coming off sounding like an "internet tough guy", I am fairly sizable, I maintain a relatively good physical health, and I grew up fighting a brother who literally has twice my mass. There was simply no way I was going to give up what is arguably one of my most personally valued possessions without a fight. I might have lost, we'll never know, but by I was NOT going to just hand it over. To bring an already long story to a brief end, I came home with my camera. But tonight served to remind me, as much as I like my hometown, it does have a darker, grittier side.
This is the only set of exposures that I am anywhere close to happy with. On an interesting side note, behind the tiled upper area (above "The Brass Horn") is what used to be a prohibition era speakeasy.

I went for a walkabout this evening around the downtown area figuring I would play around with some ideas I had. I've done this many times in the past with no issue. Tonight was an exception to the rule. I was wandering around, doing my thing, when this guy comes out of nowhere and demands (not asks) for a cigarette. I never smoke when I'm shooting because all it takes is one wind shift to ruin a shot (been there done that). I told the guy I didn't have any on me, so he asks me "How much cash you got?". My response was again: none. He then asked me how much my camera was worth..... I don't think he liked my response "For my it cost a good amount of money, for you it will cost 6 months physical therapy". At the risk of coming off sounding like an "internet tough guy", I am fairly sizable, I maintain a relatively good physical health, and I grew up fighting a brother who literally has twice my mass. There was simply no way I was going to give up what is arguably one of my most personally valued possessions without a fight. I might have lost, we'll never know, but by I was NOT going to just hand it over. To bring an already long story to a brief end, I came home with my camera. But tonight served to remind me, as much as I like my hometown, it does have a darker, grittier side.
This is the only set of exposures that I am anywhere close to happy with. On an interesting side note, behind the tiled upper area (above "The Brass Horn") is what used to be a prohibition era speakeasy.

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