LOST MAN in Paris

There's a story to be told for this photo, I just don't know what it is. A writer alone searching for the great American novel? A former soldier who has returned in hopes of finding a lost love? A spy waiting to make contact with another agent? There are thousands of stories to be told about Paris.


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Of course, he's not really alone, there is a photographer right next to him, but just as when we watch a movie and forget about the entire crew standing there watching, we can often suspend reality when we step into a photo; the photographer doesn't exist, just the person in the shot.
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A cold WINTER DAY IN PARIS

I generally don't have regrets; I find them pointless and annoying. But I do wish I'd seen the insides of Notre Dame. I still don't know why I never went in. I guess there just wasn't enough time and I had other things to see. I like to tell myself that someday I'll go back and see it, but I know that's probably not true. So I'll leave that as an almost regret in life.


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Our man in PARIS

A few more shots of our unknown man in Paris. In the first shot you'll see Donald G. Schnabel on the left. If you don't know Donald's previous photos just do a label search. I have hundreds of slides taken by him and will slowly sort through them. Remember Bahrain? Betty?






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FREE MAN in Paris

In 1956 this unknown gentleman was in Paris having his photo taken by Donald G. Schnabel.

For some of us 1956 is part of our lives, but for most it's ancient history; I still have trouble wrapping my brain around that. My time line reference points are often far different than those I meet. Today I told a young man about a local joint that makes incredible old fashioned milk shakes with real ice cream that's served in the cold metal containers that it was made in. I got back a blank stare. I hit my hand against my head and said, "But of course that means nothing to you." His reference point is a corporate milk shake in a cardboard container, mine is a mom and pop place with a jukebox. 

The man in this photo was probably around my current age when this was taken, maybe even younger. Imagine his time line reference points. His memories were colored by two world wars in which Paris played a part. Now here he was walking the streets over 10 years after the last war.

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I didn't get to Paris for another 17 years. Looking at these photos I feel like maybe we shared the same Paris even though time had passed. There's just something about Paris.

And now one of my reference points for Paris.



This is my submission for Sepia Saturday. The only thin connection to the theme is France and not understanding the reference point for the theme photo.
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