…and enjoying the view. Wondering what are the stories of the people passing by.

OK, now wait! Before you get mad at me for substituting a more provocative title than Hitachi Backhoe (which, now that I think about it, could be considered even more suggestive), let me explain. I was looking up Hitachi on the internet (where else? I think the World Book Encyclopedia is now defunct) for a title prompt and found out Hitachi is a highly diversified company that operates eleven business segments.Take my word for it, the list is terribly boring. But I did find out that you can purchase the Hitachi Magic Wand Massager through Amazon. And, at the time of this writing, if you want it by Wednesday, July 9, you should order within 5 hours 54 mins and choose Two-Day Shipping at checkout. The details are as follows:

• 1 yr warranty
• 2 powerful speeds, low 5000 rpm, high 6000 rpm
• Most popular massager for over 30 years
• Non phallic…

It would give me every amount of pleasure to say I picked up the photography bug through the childhood influences of a parent, friend or relative who owned a half decent camera, let alone a dark room or even the tickle of the bug.  Economic circumstances limited my childhood photographic experiences. Film and its development were luxuries, clicks to be taken on special occasions, our family photos almost all a set of poses.  Yet my memories of such photos all belong outside the frame, to events before and after.  How cute we were, sitting on the grass dressed in our Sunday best in the grounds of the hospital where my father took us to visit my sad, unhappy mother.

That was then.  It was also a time when photojournalists sent shots over the wire of hyper-reality, from a man bouncing about on the moon to the burning highways of Vietnam and everything in between…