After our working lunch at Clark’s Ale House to discuss and take pictures for the Photo 101 lesson glass, squaredTuesday, by longtime friend Jim McKeever and I walked along South Salina Street toward his place of business, talking about this and that, like two guys on the far end of their 50s who’ve known each other since they were in their mid-20s can do.
At one corner he spied James across the street. We waited until the homeless man maneuvered his cart full of his earthly possessions safely to us so Jim could say hello, make sure the chilly man with the gap-toothed smile was OK, and introduce him to me. If you haven’t yet made your way to Irish Investigations, this piece that updates Jim’s periodic study into the fate of James’ journey to survive here is a good place to start.
Jim told James he had some sandwiches up in his offices to bring him later, and James shook his head to the affirmative. Then it was just three guys talking winter’s grip on spring for a short minute until James raced away.
Jim was convinced he hadn’t gotten the photo he wanted yet for his blog, so he was still working the angles. I was shooting him reflecting the situation outside the Galleries of Syracuse.
As I saw so many times when we shared the smallest two-person cubicle in the whole newsroom of the big daily, the man could do some serious thinking.
Before we got back on the streets of downtown, though, I shared one of my thoughts. Out of all the years we’ve known each other, good times and hard times and back again, I cannot recall one photograph of us together. He agreed.
I rectified that with this legacy shot, taken during a working lunch in Clark’s Ale House, on March 24, 2015, Bialczak and McKeever.
Have you ever discovered that there are no pictures of you and a friend you’ve known for 30-some years? Which shot of McKeever at photographic work do you like best, and why?I stayed back, but would you have gone in for the closeup instead?