Happy Hog Rot

Came across this old image of my friend, a Boston photographer whom I met in Yosemite in 1973.  For a few years, we exchanged photographs then we seem to have lost track of each other.

Early this morning, walking downtown …

You may recall my “Running Banker” from a previous post, documenting an individual who stepped out of a bank at around 5pm and started running, briefcase in tow.  I have spotted him again, about two months later, this time running for about four blocks until he reached a parking lot.   Possibly this is part of his exercise regimen — if I ever catch him stopped at a crosswalk, I’ll ask.