by
Lisa Ware
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Fun And Games?
by
Lisa Ware
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Category: Street Photography
by
Lisa Ware
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Lot’s Dogs
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Shots by Ness
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I shivered in those
solitudes
when I heard
the voice
of
the salt
in the desert.– Pablo Neruda
Greater than Fear
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Shots by Ness
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Antifa v. Fa?
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Shots by Ness
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What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?
- Mahatma Gandhi
Trump’s American
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Shots by Ness
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“Life is filled with unanswered questions, but it is the courage to seek those answers that continues to give meaning to life. You can spend your life wallowing in despair, wondering why you were the one who was led towards the road strewn with pain, or you can be grateful that you are strong enough to survive it.”
-J.D. Stroube, Caged by Damnation
Sorry, Brother
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Shots by Ness
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“[M]en, though they know full well how much women are worth and how great the benefits we bring them, nonetheless seek to destroy us out of envy for our merits. It’s just like the crow, when it produces white nestlings: it is so stricken by envy, knowing how black it is itself, that it kills its own offspring out of pique.”
-Moderata Fonte
I took this shot at an Anti-Sharia Law Rally in Syracuse, New York. This lovely specimen of hate had just screamed out “FAT NIGGER BITCH!!”
(it was at least two exclamation points worth)
at a young lady across the road who was shouting something just as enlightened and intelligent back at her. She noticed me staring at her and she said:
“Sorry, Brother.”
America. You got jokes.
– Eliot
Fa v. Antifa?
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Shots by Ness
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Syracuse Pro-Trump Anti-Immigrant Rally joined by the NY Militia and opposed by Antifa protestors and Syracuse University students.
Pat
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Shots By Ness
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Meet Pat. That’s her on the left.
Lisa and I met Pat last night at a bar in Waterloo, NY while we waited for Villa*Nova to come on stage. We got there early and ordered a pretty good veggie pizza and some mighty fine wings. They were “spicy cowboy” which appeared to be Kraft BBQ sauce with few shakes of Franks. Not bad if you get them chargrilled. Great when reheated on a hot grill pan. But back to Pat.
We were sitting there drinking our cocktails when I saw Pat making her way from her barstool toward our table. She was tiny. 5 feet tall…maybe. About 85 pounds. Virtually the same size as Mom DeBlois but without Mom’s china doll quality. She was about Mom’s age as well. 80 or so.
Pat had lived a rough life and it showed on her face. Wrinkled and lived in. She had what I call “New England” face. Weathered from the hard winters and that weird aversion some New Englanders have to lotion. Pat said she is at that bar every night. So there’s that.
Pat had noticed my camera and wanted to know if I was a photographer. I told her I was and she wanted to know what kind of pictures I take. I told her that I take pictures of people and things. People if they let me. Things if they don’t.
She asked if I took pictures of Lisa and I said “of course”. Pat then asked if I wanted to take a picture of her and I said “Absolutely. I’d be glad to.”
“Naked?”, she said, grinned wider and giggled more. Before I could answer, Lisa said “That would be great!”. I agreed.
Pat giggled some more. And her smile broadened.
Defend Dignity
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Shots by Ness
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“A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen.”
―Virginia Woolf
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