How’s That for Random?
Remember, at the very beginning, I said a photo career spins on randomness?
I’ll take a stab and say this guy’s name was Jerry. He was a Resident Advisor in DellPlain Hall at Syracuse, the same hall where I had lived as an underclassman for three years, as I recall. I don’t know for sure. It’s a tough one to remember, seeing as I shot this picture in the fall of 1973. I was a photo student, sitting in the stands of a Syracuse football game, with my Nikkormat camera, fitted with a 135mm f/2.8 lens. I turned just as he started screaming encouragement, ridicule, referee-centric abuse—choose one—toward the field of play. He went full throated, as you can see. I put my camera to my eye and, for the first time I can ever remember, ...
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