Friday, May 15, 2015
Basically there are two kinds of Road Warriors. The first you may know or, at least, have met. Call him on the phone and he will meet you anywhere in the world that serves food late at night. His name is Jim or Bob something. He is a photographer who travels all the time. Even in the best of circumstances that is no mean feat in today’s atmosphere. He may make a living taking pictures or he may be a trust fund baby. He shoots for magazines, or NGOs, or himself. He may not be smart but he’s smarter than God was at his age. He can be erudite, articulate and his pictures are often stunning.
The second kind of Road Warrior has a name spelled with all consonants or mostly vowels. But you won’t know him anyway. His accent is indistinguishable. And no one knows where he lives or even where he sleeps. But when you see his pictures you recognize them immediately even though you have never seen them before. On any rumored sighting he looks drab in different shades of winter brown.