Says it all. I love their merry expressions.
As my father used to say
Took 2,000 volts from an agitated electric eel last night, took a licking but still ticking, slowly getting the feeling back in my hands. I am grateful for the gifts of healing and neuroplasticity.
I saw this brand new designer baseball cap lying on the sidewalk. I bent down to take a look at it and it now seems pretty obvious what must have happened.
This imp was grinning up at me in an Asian market. It was before the pandemic, when you could simply walk into any store.
These two subway riders had on great masks, funny, macabre, slightly disturbing. I’d given one of them, the Barry Goldwater lookalike who made eye contact with me, a thumbs up and called across to him “great mask!” He nodded, with that same fixed, mad, clownish smile plastered across the lower part of his face.
I was sorely tempted to photograph them, and eventually did, realizing, as I cropped the photo there in the subway car, that nobody has any reasonable expectation of privacy any more.
Looking west, across an inlet, toward the Hudson River, the Palisades and the continental USA.