I was late in photographing my widowed neighbor Mr Cleve - see first post HERE. His daughter passed away from cancer before I got around to it. I suppose it's a lesson for all of us. That life passes by.
And for some reason, real is what I'm all about lately.
Maybe it's maturity or a phase or mind-shift, but documenting things and people and spaces as they are is most intriguing all of a sudden. Even if it's cluttered or shadowed or otherwise forgotten.
I've retired the styled mentality for now, or at least put it on a shelf, in favor of what is real what is now what is life.
And erring on the side of caution, I don't think I'll share the car flying story. Even more through my photo-journalism, Mr. Cleve has earned my respect. I think I'll keep that one to myself ... and smile.