Harry Roth took up photography in the depression, an expensive hobby in lean times. My grandmother was not thrilled. A bit like Norman Rockwell with a camera; no matter what lens he used, each seemed rose tinted.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Baseball in the face. May.31.1969
This is one of my favourite photos. I love the actual worry on my face as I notice my brother's eyes firmly closed and the feeble attempt to catch a ball that can only, at best, be caught in his mouth.
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