Two Photos for Wednesday Morning:

1. Dignity Hunt XX: Late Lunch in Morehead City.


2. Under the Boardwalk, Surf City, NC.

Icon of the American Roadside, Exit 34, Gulfport, Ms. (DS09)

The title should really be "Wafflehawks." The full size photo is amazing in that it captures so much detail inside the restaurant. But if I post that, assholes will steal it and post it on their blogs--or, worse, news websites--and not credit me or even ask permission.

San Diego, at night without, a tripod

is like....uh....self-imposed artistic erectile dysfunction?? I don't know. I'm exhausted and going to In N Out for a burger and shake.

The Californian ethos of filthy grooved concrete and gaudy neon fails to beckon. It's as bad as they said it would be seventy years ago.

The call came in around 9:30.

It was Meade, telling me to get my ass to a bookstore for the Harry Potter consumerist madness. I finished my drink and walked five or six miles with the camera. Porter was pretty busy, but Harvard had three stores selling the book. The square was closed to traffic. It was madness. I used a milk crate I found to create a level surface on top of the square's domed bollards and started dehumanizing everyone with long exposures. Occasionally, tiny college students asked if they could pose for me. A bum demanded that I give him a dollar and then take his picture. I didn't. Then I went home.

I shot ArtBeat yesterday and may make it to East Boston for the last night of Italia Unita tonight...