Photography and words highlighting my persepective of the city I reside.
White cavalier, what ever you want to call ‘em. Men of my grandpas generating remember bull terrier’s because General Patton had one. So of coarse I had the best conversation with an older gentleman tonight out walking Lola. I love how men of that generation carry themselves. It doesn’t matter what you do for a living when you get home you clean yourself up, throw on a pair of slacks and a button down, maybe some loafers. It’s something my generation has lost and why I make it a point to hold the door for people and carry a handkerchief. He even talked like my grandpa, who never said goodbye but “we’ll see ya.” I imagined he was a engineer in his youth with the pocket protector and slender silver pens slightly protruding out of his plaid shirt. I could tell it made both of our nights when I knew which general had a bull terrier, and when he said “sometimes I think they’re better than people” I knew exactly what he meant. Out here sitting on a bench just taking a break from riding his bike, 89 if he was a day. That’s what I aspire to be.
We’ll see ya.