I find myself talking more and more about the dive bar that Charlie & I used to hang out together at. Now Mr. Sam & I hang out there together, it’s still the same ol’ dirty seedy looking dive bar.
I enjoy the fucked up people who go in there who drink their troubles away. I enjoy that “cheers” atmosphere when I walk through the door.
However summer soon approaches and that means that I wont be there as much as I go there during the winter. Summer time is when I stay home, hanging out in the backyard, working in my garden and riding the motorcycle.
I’ve seen bartenders come & go and return again. Some times it’s a long time before you see the same people, other times it’s the same people everyday. Just depends on what’s going on in their lives.
Most of the time my bar friends are willing to lend a helping hand, especially when it comes to my photography. I needed something for the letter “Y” and this is what I came up with, thanks to the little missy in the photo.
Walking down Main St. looking for ideas for photos, I was explaining to my friend how difficult the last part of the alphabet is for ideas.
She suggested walking a bit further down the street because she noticed something on a building that would work perfectly for the letter X.
It was a pleasant day for a quick walk and then back to the bar so I agreed.
There are several run-down buildings in my dying city, few of them are marked for demolition.
This building will not be standing much longer.
As I was leaving the dive bar, driving through the parking lot I passed by a lone beer bottle someone had set upright on the white line. The first thing that popped into my head was ….
A million magic crystals, painted pure and white
A multi-million dollars almost overnight
Twice as sweet as sugar
Twice as bitter as salt
And if you get hooked, baby
It’s nobody else’s fault, so don’t do it! – “White Lines” by GRANDMASTER FLASH
A friend from the bar had shown me some photos of her favorite photographer, Todd Hido. I looked at some of his photos and completely fell in love with his work. Todd’s work speaks to me on an emotional & visual level.
When I seen the beer bottle standing there I stopped and took a picture. Of course I edited it to try to give it more of a dramatic look. Not nothing to write home about, but I’m happy with it. I like those photos that make a person question what they are looking at or why. What’s the story behind the bottle? I think I may continue with this type of photography (in my spare time, when I have any). Only if my eye catches these type of moments. I tend more often to miss opportunities than to capture them.
Inside the dive bar stands a vending machine that is always filled with cashews, M&Ms or Skittles. Only 25 cents for a small handful of snacks. I have never eaten anything out of this vending machine, but I have seen several patrons put their quarter in for a mouthful of snacks.
A very close childhood friend took me out to breakfast for my birthday. She’s really big into thrift store shopping, flea markets and charity shops. After breakfast she took me to a local Goodwill store to bum around.
I found this really cool umbrella. I had put it back, but picked it back up again because there was something about it that spoke to me.
Then I thought about it, I thought I could use it as a prop in future photos. I thought, damn. I haven’t done photos in forever! Need some new inspiration, I don’t want to say that Mr. Sam isn’t a good muse, but there feeling isn’t there like some of the others. That’s another story.
Who makes toasts anymore?!
People in my bar do. Sometimes. It just really depends on the occasion and who bought the shot. The person who bought the round of shots is the one who offers the toast.
When I’m in my bar I have noticed that I tend to get a lot of shots. I often feel bad because I never have enough money to reciprocate the action. I do keep a mental record of those who have shown me this type of generosity for the times that I do have extra cash to share. There are times when I will go without the alcohol so that I can repay the favors in shots.
I do love my shots. The alcohol hits fast and hard and the yukky taste doesn’t last for long. I no longer do shots of Tequila, Jose, Patron or any other type. Don’t do shots of Lord Calvart, Rumplemintz, Goldschlager, Yukon jack. Those are just a few that I quit.
I can drink a shot of RumChata with Frangelico, Dr Macgillicuddys, Bird Dog Strawberry whiskey. I limit my shots of Jägermeister because bad things happen when I drink too much of that.
I tried smoking when I was around 11 or 12 years old. My older cousins were doing it so I had to try it too.
Coughed and coughed and coughed. Is this what smoking is all about? Screw that! I’m buying candy cigarettes instead!
I do like to watch people smoke. I love taking photos of them smoking, I’m find it attractive in a non-sexual way. It’s just so cool to watch. Maybe its the smoke that fascinates me not really sure.
Jewelry says a lot about a person doesn’t it?
Men who wear big flashy rings & watches. Women who wear diamonds & gold.
Bikers wear tons of silver and big rings, just in case. Not sure I would want to see the kind of imprint this ring could leave on someone’s skin.