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David Buchholz
Phil, I think there was a software glitch in there somewhere. However, I thought that if anyone in charge was in his right mind, he would have prevented me from submitting any more photographs. Groucho said it, didn't he, that "he would never have belonged to a club that would have admitted him as a member?" I certainly would have prevented me from posting if I were in charge.
You also asked about how I made a living in photography if no one had seen these. These are apart from the run-of-the-mill kind of business photographs that I took to make an income. I'll post a couple of those later, but these were just for me and just for fun. I like to think that I'm an artist, too The message forum is truthfully my first and only outlet for showing these.
And my brother on the stage crew is very unlike me. His father, a widower, married my mother, a widow, when I was 7. My real last name before 1952 was "Kennedy", and when my mother remarried, so as to make my stepfather feel more like my father, my name was changed to Buchholz. Bill and I, though very different, are close, and he's planning to move to Berkeley in the next few months when he retires. We can build sets togerher.
Anyhow, the site is working again. And because dogs have been a theme for at least one photograph—and we all love Ann's beautiful goldendoodle too—I thought I would post another dog photograph, this one taken of puppies under a filthy stairwell in Varanasi, India. I had to lie down in the filth to record these puppies, sleeping about a hundred feet or so from the Ganges, which is even dirtier. Ever swim in a river accompanied by body parts? I didn't, either.
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