There is a certain type of movement one uses when retrieving a shuttlecock.
Elbows bent, head held high.
It is often referred to as the "Shuttlecock Trot".
Not a found photo.... but one I took today. I was sitting on the tailgate of a friends truck - at Wolff's Flea Market. A customer looking over a watch. I clicked a quick photo.
The flea market is an interesting place. Constant movement, constant noise. The sounds become a part of the environment. But... there are moments... when a potential buyer is inspecting a piece... carefully weighing the cost verses benefit... those moments are the silence of the flea market. It's that time where nothing else matters.... until you ask the price.
Outsider artist Franciere. There is writing on each drawing.
"With a face desolate - lonely, strange and foreboding - and with a sweep of his hand - he has spoken; he told society that he wanted no part of its hypocritical dictums. Since he was twelve years old - he was the kind that moved on his own track - that he himself has layed. With two PHD's - Organic Chemistry and Political Science, an ex-Major General in the Airborne Rangers and went mercenary for the CIA - author of four most highly controversial books, and an artist in pen and ink, watercolors and oils - At 43 years old he isn't going to take crap from no man - especially society. Amen
Hollywood & Vine outside the "Apple" - a disco joint, a city of "Sodium Lights" - the orange dreamland, as I saw it - I was doing some "stunt flying" for the movie "The Great Waldo Pepper".
Swanky shirt - check
Cone of Doom - check
(what the hell is that thing?)