Always something just slightly ominous about this shot, though I never could figure out what it was. I don't remember what "…racker" was about. I never knew. The scene itself is just people in the never-ending story of looking for a seat when the doors open. But each person, in their own world (as usual) and just perfectly placed (to my eye) as if set in place by an invisible hand.
As the years go by, the newspaper and book become archaic-looking. the 976- phone number is long gone. Everything that we never thought would change – changed. For the better or for the worse – there's no telling. But changed.
I read my books and news on my iPhone (gasp). Haven't bought a newspaper in years. The mystery book store – that small little store where you'd wander around and find all the Rex Stout books you ever wanted for a dollar or two (sometimes the covers were torn)… and you would chat with the owners about the next speaker they were going to have… How hard they tried.
They say that you can't fight city hall. That is obviously not true. You can fight and you can win. But one thing that it really is hard to fight is the thing we call progress. You just can't do it because progress is not only the American way – but now – thanks to the global village – progress is spreading everywhere like a virus.
Of course, I love progress. I love the new things that you can do with high ISO cameras. I love what you can do with HDR and the latest and greatest software. I use all the new techniques. But I have to admit that for each step forward – we also loose something. Maybe just the feel of a newspaper. The scratched record album with that huge cover art. You can't stop it. You don't want to stop it. But how will I be able to photograph newspaper headlines that are mysterious when they are displayed on a private e-gizmo.
Racker from film a long time back. From www.BeckermanPhoto.com
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