MUG SHOTS OF PEOPLE IN JAIL. NFL COFFEE MUG.
Train Station Denizen (144/365)
May 24, 2010: I stopped by the Sacramento Train Station to take a photo for Project 365. It’s a grand old building - not as big as Union Station in Washington DC - but with lots of features, nonetheless, to photograph. It has some history as the starting point for the Central Pacific Railroad to Promontory Point, Utah. There the tracks joined the Union Pacific Railroad and the transcontinental railroad was established. East Coast and West Coast were finally connected. The building itself is listed in the National Register of Historical Places. As I was taking photos a guy in the lobby asked the question I seemed to be asked a lot lately, “Hey, why are you taking pictures?” I explained to him the concept of P365 and what I am hoping to learn. During this exchange, I couldn’t help but notice his heavily tattooed arms and neck. He had a menacing look that I thought would make for an interesting photo. “You wanna be the subject of today’s photo?” I asked. Laughing out loud, he said, “Naw, man I just got out (expletive) jail an hour ago. You (expletive) don’t want no (expletive) picture of me.” At this moment it occurred to me that 1) the train station is located directly across the street from the county jail, and 2) I need to quickly put on my “don’t (expletive) with me” look and demeanor, lest 3) I get mugged. “Jail? Man that’s some (expletive) up (expletive)”, I said, with added emphasis on the expletives. Then realizing how ludicrous it must seem having me, dressed in my neatly pressed suit and tie, attempt to gain street cred, I decided to not even try. So I continued in a normal, albeit sarcastic, tone, “I bet that wasn’t a pleasant experience.” “(Expletive) no. What the (expletive) do you think?.......I just made some bad (expletive) choices. But I’ll be aw-ight.” And surprisingly, he continued, “There’s some (expletive) architecture in this station. That’s what you (expletive) gonna take pictures of?” “Yeah there’s some cool features here, but I’ll take photos of all kinds of stuff. Scenery, landscape, animals, birds – but some people don’t like the bird shots so I’m trying to limit that. But that’s another story. I also take people shots, but I don’t want to do posed shots. I like shots that are natural. And I need people’s permission to take their pictures.” I contemplated telling him I’ve taken pictures of flowers but decided against it. I didn’t want to diminish my hard-core persona even more. “Aw-ight you can take a (expletive) picture of me if you want,” he said. He paused, then said, “I’m Brian,” as he reached out his hand. I held my fist out for the obligatory fist-bump and realized he was going for the traditional handshake. Awkward! “I’m Bernard,” I said, shaking his hand and squeezing as hard as I can. “Hey, that’s the (expletive) name of the drink in the (expletive) jail!” he said. He went on to explain that in the (expletive) jail, the prisoners are given powdered drink packets with my (expletive) name on the packaging. “Does it at least taste good?” I asked. He went on to explain that it tastes like (expletive) crap! We talked for a bit, laughed about me being named after a prison drink (he found it funny I was actually named after a saint), and Brian let me take photos (non-posed) of him. I decided, however, not to use his image for today’s Project 365 entry and just use one of the train station ceiling, where a red heart shaped balloon was trapped. As I left the station, I said to Brian, “You (expletive) take it easy. And (expletive) stay out of (expletive) jail, aw-ight?” He laughed and we parted ways with a fist-bump.Security Officer Gus Schneidel
I met him at the vast and rather crass 99 cents store on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood right next to Safari Sam's nightclub, where I was heading to take headshots of Amy O'Neill. As it was a sundrenched and thirsty day I was in seach of something wet to sip and 99 cents was exactly the price I was ready to pay. As always I had my camera slung over my shoulder - "the movement you need is on your shoulder" as Beatle Paul wrote long ago- and I was ready to take any photos that yelled out to me that they needed to be taken. And there was Officer Gus, his big hat slipping down over his eyes - a hat that seemed too big for his head - hunched over a grocery cart like a man punched in the gut. I went up to him and requested his photo, and without saying yes, he stood up suddenly at attention, and stared at me like an arrested man having his mug-shot taken before being dumped in jail for the night. Many people noticed me taking his picture and watched with interest. I took two, and thanked him, and he looked like he had done his duty, done what he was told, following instructions, and slumped back under his big hat over his grocery cart of 99 cent merchandise.
ceramic coffee cups with lids
the corner store porcelain mug collection
pantone tea mugs
caffeine one cup coffee
logo shot glass
name coffee mugs
beer stein book
1 cup drip coffee maker