On Sunday, St. Louis had it's annual Pridefest parade and festival. I got some shots at the parade starting point before I about swooned in the heat and my camera battery croaked. And then the spare did, too. Someone told me you have to charge them once in a while. Damn.
This was a lot of fun. The people were delightful. Now, on the one hand, I'm as straight as the shortest distance between two points. On the other hand, anything anybody else does or thinks is fine with me, as long as it doesn't hurt someone else; the state should stay the hell out of it.. I wondered how the marchers would react to a middle aged guy wearing a wedding band taking pictures of them. They were happy to let me carry on - notice the eye contact with the camera in these pictures. The neighborhood parade watchers were interesting, too. You could almost see the cartoon thought balloons hovering over their heads, saying, "What the....?"
Shooting at public celebrations is a treat. I go wandering around in old clothes, two DSLRs hanging from my neck, one of which sports a blatantly phallic telephoto lens. People assume I'm from the newspaper. It's a public event, this guy's obviously from the paper (wrong), so why not let him take my picture? Several people came up to me and asked me to photograph them. Couldn't ask for better.subjects.
The Pridefest parade was full of eye candy. I think I'll post some more of it.
TOMORROW: This photo has absolutely nothing to do with the borough of New York City where I grew up.