Truth in Labeling
I’m not much on reading labels. Probably because I rarely purchase items that are processed, refined or contain multiple ingredients.
Maybe I’ve been influenced by Lloyd Dobler when it comes to buying, selling or processing anything as a career. As in, no thanks.
A few months ago I was picking up some necessities at Costco when I saw something a little out of the ordinary.
It was a microcar idling near the front door. In a parking lot full of big-iron SUVs this was like seeing a black swan. It looked like it might have escaped from the back of a 4×4 quad cab or a long bed dually.
As I moved closer I noticed an old gent sitting in the driver’s seat having a smoke. Through the haze, he appeared to be one of those venerated members of a greater generation. As I was about to respectfully inquire about photographing his car I noticed the license plate. A millisecond later, he began to verbally berate me for wearing shorts in subfreezing weather.
Talk about truth in labeling.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.