While eating a mediocre hamburger at a diner, this ubiquitous container of ketchup caught my attention. It seemed so dignified, there beside the bowl of creamers and grape jelly. Like a car accident (or a nude Brad Pitt on fire) I could not look away. Luckily, I had my camera. This, my friends, is art!
I wasn’t your usual kid. The carnival didn’t impress me. It was dusty and loud. The rides seemed unsafe. Except for cotton candy, the food was forgettable. But for a photographer, the carnival is a treasure chest. Neon lights. Smiling children. The scarred faces of carnies. Stuffed animals and rubber duckies. It’s all visual cotton candy! I snap pictures incessantly, hopping and skipping like the normal kid I finally have become at 46.