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Portrait of Justin-2

Justin came to help out at the Joseph Lopez-Pratti Memorial 5K Run/Walk because his buddy was a brother of Marine Lance Cpl. Joseph C. Lopez. Justin was from Lancaster, California, USA and worked out with Joseph Lopez-Pratti’s brother at CrossFit Chamber, in Lancaster.

Justin before the start

Justin off running with the Rosamond crowd

Image Credits: Bat-Ami Gordin ©2017 all rights reserved. Credit if you use it, please.

Portrait of Jimmy Lee

Today is the first month anniversary since I hijacked my poetry blog and turned it into a photography/portrait blog. For those of you who don’t know, I set out to post a portrait a day, for a year. I started a few minutes after midnight New Years Day, 2017 and somehow made it through the month of January.

I am proud to introduce Jimmy Lee, who described himself as “a rock and roll singer and songwriter.” He had been singing and writing for 25 years out of Rosamond, California, United States. When I was introduced to Jimmy Lee, I had no idea I was about to photograph an international celebrity who was an Award-winning musical artist, Grammy Finalist, NAMMY winner, and a spirited advocate, at the time, supporting the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe. Jimmy Lee, who is both Mayan and Wayuu, stood with his fellow Indigenous Americans to stop construction of the The Dakota Access Pipeline.

In honor of this momentous anniversary (I made it though a month of portraits), and because the subject of the portrait is an advocate for a current political issue, I will also be posting a poem. And here comes the passive, miserable excuse: Because, I didn’t have that much time to compose the poem to reach this anniversary, I am writing a Villanelle. I do not consider this a very great Villanelle…but…

You can learn more about Jimmy Lee on:

Jimmy Lee Young | Maya | CD Baby Music Store

A Conversation with Mayan/Wayu Recording Artist Jimmy Lee Young

A Flood At The Protest Camp

Flooding was expected at the protest camp.
Fossil fuel usage cannot be best.
“It’s wrong”, said our native champ

who illuminated issues with an oil lamp.
A sit-in. A walkout. A revolutionary contest
flooded, unexpectedly, at the protest camp.

“Spills, leaks, ruptures!” “Find a clamp.”
“Stop the pepper spray, rubber bullet fest.”
Who was wrong? Who was the champ?

Was it cold, or hot, or dry or damp?
The demonstrators did not rest.
As flooding expectorated the protest camp,

fervor and passion upwardly did ramp:
Stripped naked; forced to starve and fast.
If all were wrong, who was the champ?

A peaceful resistor cannot be a tramp.nell
Defenders should never be oppressed.
A flood had hit the protest camp.
It’s always wrong to whip a champ.

Image Credits: Bat-Ami Gordin © 2017 all rights reserved. Credit if you use it, please.

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Portrait of Drew

Drew had been working at at Tehachapi RV & Cycle for three years, however, prior to his employment at this establishment, he had over 20 years working in motorcycle repair. Although this job had it’s ups and downs, as any other job, Drew really liked working at this location.

I was standing on the ground looking up at Drew, who was on top of an RV installing weather-stripping. I switched to my telephoto lens; this is the first picture in this portrait series that I took with my 75-300 mm EF lens. At one point, he had to stop to answer his cell. I liked this shot best because he was looking up and had a casual smile.

It was interesting how he was out in the cold, bundled up, working, and yet he answered his phone. My hands couldn’t mange the “buttons” with gloves on. I’d be afraid to drop my phone ground-ward while on the roof. I guess to him, this was normal.

Drew lived in Tehachapi, California, United States, was originally from Rosamond, California, United States, and had attended Rosamond High School. At the time of this posting, he had recently married and hoped to have children and his own home some day.

Image Credits: Bat-Ami Gordin © 2017 all rights reserved. Credit if you use it, please.a