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This is the type of picture you'd usually see in black & white. Very cool, even jarring, to see one in color ('you mean the world wasn't black & white when you were a kid, grampa?' haha).
April 22, 1937: Father Divine was a prominent figure in Depression-era New York — a preacher, plausibly described as the leader of a Christian cult, whose followers believed him to be the Messiah. At three in the morning on April 20, as 2,500 of his disciples met for a late-night meal, a process server also arrived, leading to an altercation in which the visitor was stabbed. Father Divine hid out in Connecticut for a day, then turned himself in and was brought back to New York for questioning. By the time he was let go from police headquarters on the morning of the 22nd, hundreds of his followers — known as his “Angels” — had gathered, shouting and keening and then celebrating as he climbed into his Rolls-Royce for the trip back uptown. The woman in the light-colored suit was chanting “Father Divine is God! Father Divine is God!”
Possibly April 30, 1937: It’s not a sure ID, but — based on some similar photographs that appeared in the papers in these weeks — this seems to be a picture from a strike at the Long Island Press in April and May 1937. Unquestionably, though, it shows Weegee’s eagerness to catch action on film, a skill he came by through constant attentiveness. He lived in a tiny hovel directly across from police headquarters, with a radio tuned to the cops’ frequency. When a good story came over the air, he could be downstairs and on his way in seconds. That in turn meant that he could (sometimes) get there first and land himself an exclusive, which — as a freelancer, covering the stuff that the staff photographers didn’t get to — he knew would pay off.
@jlee562 Jared
Seller is claiming this is a photo of a young William F. Cody (it's not) but you could so easily recreate this photo with your BRE. I think the likeness is amazing!
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A little bear grease works wonders.I need some mustache wax, ASAP!
Maybe that's in the hills somewhere? Maybe San Francisco? Looks like lots of power lines overhead, meaning a big city population?That little springboard looks over powered.
Maybe that's in the hills somewhere? Maybe San Francisco? Looks like lots of power lines overhead, meaning a big city population?
Maybe he was a man who liked having the "horsepower". I'm a big block man myself.Didn't notice the lines my first go round. I would imagine his route covered some territory.
[Susan Keef]Smith served as the postmaster for the town of Mecca, California, in the southern Coachella Valley, for almost a decade starting in 1926. It was in that capacity that she came in frequent contact with the unconventional characters, such as prospectors, who lived and worked in the harsh desert region to the east. She also aspired to take photos with her Graflex camera to sell as picture postcards, a popular product of the time. Much of her free time was therefore spent journeying to rugged and remote desert areas such as Mecca Mud Hills, Desert Hot Springs, and the Salton Sea by foot, burro, or Ford Model T.
Her travel companion, [Lula Mae] Graves, had come to California from Tennessee for her health (and, apparently, to escape an undesirable family situation back home). She lived with the Smith family, and also enjoyed looking through the camera lens. Together, Smith and Graves risked travel unchaperoned, often donning men’s clothing and cowboy hats. In their photos, they can be seen joyfully handling cameras, guns, and kingsnakes, while at the same time capturing on film all the wilderness they encountered.