A return to form. This 'Down On The Corner' moves across the walk on the corner of Prescott and
Cannery Row; one side to the other. I love this 70-300mm lens. Shoots right on through the thick,
kid-printed, depression era glass without much muck left on the final prints. Other than a little
sharpening on some of the images and a resize down to an easier loading 1000X665, I didn't have to
beat them with post process mojo.

'Openin' fire on the tourists again, bro?' the green aproned barista, too classically pretty
to be wearing a trucker's cap with the bill turned to the side hip-hop style asked me.

'Yeah, Blondie," I smiled, waiting for my club chair/makeshift tripod to open up. "Iced Venti
Americano. Make it harsh."

Slidin' the poser white buds into my ears, wires dangling, Zack made it easy to mow the
tourists down without mercy.

"It goes a-1, 2, 3
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
And now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts you’ll hear and then begin to fear
That your card will get pulled if you interfere
With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline"

Down On The Corner
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