The Invisible Man

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This picture was taken in Philadelphia one night not too long ago (you can tell it's Philly by the shape of the street signs). When I took it I was pretty sure it was going to be a wasted shot, given it was at night, no flash, just the street light and the vapor rising from manhole covers, but after printing the first contact sheet, I could see there was more texture in the negative than I would have guessed, so I played around making some larger prints... and found an image that finally ended up pleasing me considerably... well, I'm sorry, I'm easy to please. I have no idea who this person was, but for me, he will always be the Invisible Man, captured one winter night in Center City after a Mummer's Day parade. This is another case of from out of the shadow, we will return into the shadow.
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Some Shadows
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Some shadows dance alone
They dance when you are gone
They dance when no one’s looking
They dance until the dawn
Some shadows are just lonely
Some of them are sad
Some shadows can be seen through
Others are too black
Some shadows dance in mourning
Some shadows dance for joy
Some dance in celebration
Some dance to destroy
Some dance for pure elation
Some shadows turn to stone
Some shadows mend your aching heart
Some shadows dance alone
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Maybe the invisible person in the photo was Napoleon, as in :
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"You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?"
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(Thanks Mr B. Dylan for all the great songs)
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