The Street Photographer as artiste.  What a concept!

I see it as the art of the world that is in constant motion.  Unposed, unexpected, unable to duplicate because a second later the scene,
as painted by life,  is gone.  It's humbling.  We're all ping pong balls full of ego bouncing against each other, involved with each other,
but propelled by forces greater than ourselves.  And so I like it.  Humbling is good.  Now for the photographs.  They are $15
each.  I ship UPS for a flat rate of $8 (whether you order one photo or ten).

#1.  Woman in bus window.  Hey, we're all alone, making our way, fighting the inevitable.  And sometimes we actually show it.	2.  Nixon resigns on August 9, 1974.  I like placing this photo next to the photo to the left.  He's behind glass like her.  He's miserable like her.  His eyes are hurt like hers.  And I like the unplanned coincidence that in the background I happened to have curtains up that showed elephants (the Republican symbol) heading down--just like him.
3.  Boston.  A family scene.  You can see why photography is tiring--look at the photographer mom gyrate to make it all work.	4.  Boston.  Feet sticking out--where are you going?
5.  Twins in matching coats head for bank.  San Francisco.	6.  Liquor clerk--ex boxer--beer in hand, strikes a pose before his wares.  San Francisco.
7.  Butcher.  This along with 8&9 form a whimsical trilogy-- looking at them made me ask--did all 3 shop for their glasses at the same store?	8.  Trusted friend.
9.  Dentist.  (all San Francisco shots)	10.  Busy photo--haphazard cars, dirty street, and dog calmly in window surveying it all.
11.  I like this because it looks as though my painter-friend is dreaming his art as he sleeps.	12.  Proof that capitalism will never die.
13.  Very strange.  I moved into a place of hell where the landlady turned out to be a vicious psycho drunkard.  She used to let herself into my place whenever she felt like it.  One day, in a far dark corner of the room, a place I had dusted and cleaned, I found this voodoo doll placed there.  Yeow!  Now I knew where my headaches were coming from.	14.  There's a whimsical joke here somewhere. The bag in the man's hand (hard to see in the small jpg) shows that he has shopped at a Tall Man's Store--therefore I made his head higher than my frame.   Ha Ha Ha Ha.

1.  Cab boss.  A dirty little room where he sits, no luxury, bare walls, cab exhaust leaking in.  Well, we know what happens next--in revenge he cooks the books, steals, and is caught and is unceremoniously dumped. Shakespeare would make great drama of this but not Harry Rosenbluth.  It's a comedy--very dark comedy.	2,  Next door to the cab place was a diner.  Bad coffee, bad food, and a steady cab driver clientele. Here, The Cab Boss attempts a human smile and almost pulls it off.
3. She works in the dispatch room.  She hands out the medallions.  Cabdrivers tip to get a better cab or an airport run.  Heading home, she looks happy at the end of the day.	4.  The cab gas man.  Cabs fill up at the garage. It adds to the owners's profit.  The gas man is a nice guy.  Hey, you have to earn a living.
5.  Cabs need to be washed.  This man is happy washing the cabs.  Hey, happiness is a tough commodity to find.	6.  Cabdrivers spend a lot of time waiting for their cabs at shift change.  The man in the foreground is a classical music buff.  It's a crowded room and oblivious to all around him, he sits directly in front of the video game.
7.  It's a ten hour shift.  Styrofoam coffee cups are in everybody's hand.	8.  Young cabdriver waits on pool table for cab.  Notice the jacket--an unheated room with an open front can get chilly, even in sunny San Francisco. (meant ironically)
9.  A cab owner.  Actually, a nice one.  The other owners hated him, talked behind his back.  Of course, they did, he read books and had some intelligence.	10.  A moment of triumph.  The cabbie has picked up his registration and medallion.  Now, he can try to earn a living. First, he covers his gas and gates (gates is his fee to rent a cab), then he tries to put all above that in his pocket.  Minus the $4 a day he spends on bad coffee.
11.  Mike was a driver who tried to move up in the world by working in the dispatch office.  He was much too nice and intelligent not to feel the contradiction between ambition and common humanity.	12.  I never knew I was a conceptual artist until I arranged my two 'cab egg' photos together.  (see 13)  I don't recall whether it was the same egg or not, though it was the same day.
13.  The question arises, what came first-- the cabdriver or the egg?	14.  This is what cabdrivers faced every day.  Deep, intentional, industrial ugliness.  Let the beaten down view ugliness constantly, declared the owners, it helps keep people down.
15.  For the night shift, balls were drawn out of a wheel to determine what order everyone got their cab.  Money was also bet on the balls. (More on that later.)  The gentleman on the far right hand ran the ball drawing.  His nickname was "Shifty."	16.  Shifty was always happy running a game.  He was always paying off loans to loan sharks.  Hey, you win some, you lose some, and then in the end, you lose permanently.
17.  Money changing hands.  Cabdrivers make cash every day. Blow it on gambling and you'll get it back your next shift.	18.  This photo looks positively prayerful.  Men gathered around the sacred holiness of cash.  His holiness Shifty is in the middle.
19.  This gentleman was a friend of mine for a long while.  It fell apart later in life.  As an anecdote: walking back to our cars one night at 2:30am after a shift of driving a guy approached us threateningly. As it happens, we were both carrying guns.  Later, we talked long and hard why we didn't pull them out on this psycho.	20.  Richard Hack: a funny name for a cabdriver.  He was a literary type.  We never really got that close.  You think a guy has your interests and is going to be your friend but it doesn't quite pan out.
21.  I won the pool in one streak three times in a row and 5 out of seven in one week.  The suspicious thought I had rigged the game with "Shifty."  No way.  Just an amazing streak of luck.	22.  Sam is one of the guys who accused me.  He'd been my room mate at one time.  I never forgave him.