It was a personal injury lawyer’s dream come true.
Sixty blindfolded photographers bumbling around the top of Federal Hill taking pictures of darkness before tumbling to their peril on the busy Key Highway below.
The event, hosted by the American Visionary Arts Museum, promoted the book Seeing Beyond Sight: Photographs by Blind Teenagers.
My blindfolded photos are below.
As an aside, it’s a bit unnerving that they’re better than many of my not-blindfolded photos.
There are no words that can possibly describe the Night of 100 Elvises at the Lithuanian Social Hall. Except to say that this was pure Baltimore.
Here are pictures:
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Everyone told me how green Ireland is. And they were right! As soon as I stepped on the Aer Lingus plane, everything was green. The seats were green. The flight attendants’ uniforms were green. And, thanks to the in-flight meal, even the passengers were green.
After dinner, four flight attendants sauntered through the cabin armed with teapots, asking at each row, “Tea? Tea? Tea?” They sounded like a flock of very confused birds.
When they got to the front of the plane, a large black man responded “Yes?”
It was Mr. T.
(You’re full of crap. -Editor)
The flight, which left at 7pm Baltimore time, landed at 6:30 am Ireland time. I slept on the plane not at all. Thursday would be a long, tired day.
San Diego claims to be America’s Finest City. They may very well be right. This batch of pictures is fro the first trip out there, March 28-31 2007. Stay tuned for more. Continue reading
I left for Syracuse early on a Wednesday morning in October, filled with dread for the long drive ahead. Continue reading
NOTE: In May 2006, I took a 2 week trip to Italy. I blogged every day except for the last. Until now. This post has sat half-written on my hard drive for seven months. It’s still not the greatest, but I’m tired of looking at the file and feeling guilty for neglecting it for so long. So here it is, in all it’s half-assed glory. As you’re reading it, pretend it’s May 25, 2006. And pretend the writing is better. Continue reading
Canton’s roots are blue collar, through and through. The neighborhood sprouted in the late 1800s to house a surge of European immigrants. Many worked factory jobs at the National Brewing Company, the American Can Company, and Bethlehem Steel. Continue reading
Wherever there is hardship in this world, there is someone else who’s trying to help. Be it oppression or adversity. Cruelty or injustice. It seems that everyone has an advocate.
But, sadly, there’s one group whose anguish has gone overlooked for far too long:
Guys. Continue reading
As long as I’m catching up on old photos, here’s some I took back in September. They’re from around Brewer’s Hill and the Canton industrial area. Continue reading
Walk a mile in my underpants 