The Sole Proprietor is sitting at his
computer this Thursday morning feeling good. If you'd asked him Monday how
he'd feel on this day he wouldn't have known, but had been prepared to feel
cranky and upset recuperating from an operation on his palate.
He'd been told he faced an unpleasant recovery period with a king size
sore throat. So far, a sore throat, but not so bad. He's been sitting
here sipping medicines. Not bad. Not bad at all. Not to compare,
he assumes, to having your wisdom teeth removed. Or your head.
This is a
shot of a mannequin's head at a street fair held last year near Berkeley.
The Sole Proprietor is fond of these, notice the measurement lines, a
bit Frankensteinish, but haunting as well, and he photographs any he finds.
The nose metal probably means this lady is dressed for a younger crowd.
These were some of the first photos taken by the Sole Prop after he bought
his camera. He was approached by two different people while shooting these
sidewalk drawings and asked if he would give them his card so that they
might buy some of the photos he was taking. Wow, he thought, just like that.
You buy a camera, shoot some pictures and people ask to buy them. He didn't have
a card, but he took their names and numbers.
Now the Sole Prop has never contacted those people to arrange copies of the
photographs and, you know, time is passing. Over a year. There are
lots of good reasons for not getting back: The photos aren't
good enough, its been a bad hair year, he didn't get enough shots of the
cute little kids.
And this would be OK if the Sole Proprietor didn't know up
front, let alone deep down, that a promise made is a promise kept.
You don't say you'll do something and then not do it. Not for the reasons
above, anyway. If you say yes, I'll get you pictures, then you
get them pictures.
The photograph of Jeff Rolka taken at Club Kaos in October 1997 was one
example of a picture taken and delivered, but the picture of Mary G. taken
at the Rockridge BART station for whatever number of reasons was never
sent. The Sole Proprietor really didn't like the job he'd
done on the shot (learning something for the next time), but the lady
was a very nice and intelligent person who deserved better.
So. Sitting here recovering from his little adventure at Stanford
Hospital, he's going to get the slides and negatives together that
he's promised to one and another, get some prints made and send them. Really.
Or, and he kind of likes this one better, he's going to make a resolution
and say no to the next person who asks. I know, I know. The young woman who
was kind enough to run naked through Jack London Square three times
pushing the baby carriage and getting sun burned and pieces of gravel
in her left foot to boot while the Sole Proprietor got the pictures right,
probably deserves a print. That morning run was more than you can
usually ask of a complete stranger. But the next time he's going to say no.