After a whole lot of cynical thought pertaining to the election, Captain America grabbed my attention on the way to buy a dinner burrito, in glorious backlight.
Always annoyed when interrupted with the ubiquitous questioning that probing photographers face, I gave the usual blow-off answer, “Just making some pictures”, when the store manager poked his head out the entrance door, “What are you taking pictures of?”
Turned out to be a gracious fella . . . “Do you like Captain America?”
“No, not really.”
“Do you want him?”
“Sure, what the hell. My son might dig him.”
After the photographs, me and the kind manager peeled Captain America’s head and torso off the vacant Borders bookstore, where he had set up a month-long Halloween shop.
Maybe I’ll adhere ole’ America’s head to my car’s rear window?
And why not . . . make a self-portrait as a Power Ranger.
Montgomeryville, Pennsylvania, (© Michael Ast, 2012)
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