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waiting on a bride never seen

Lambert International Airport, St. Louis, Missouri.
Glen Jordan, the last person waiting for a flight in the Southwest terminal late Wednesday evening, awaits his bride from Chicago. He donned his best clothes with a trio of roses for a person he hasn’t yet met in person. The flight is delayed. He waits.

along with the clock

After the high school talk, Webster University, St. Louis, Missouri. Leica M6, Provia 100F

lay the unclaimed to rest

Fifteen unclaimed remains of soldiers lost in the wars of the last century were laid to rest in Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery. A two-star general paid respects at the gravesite. A soloist who performs at funerals for homeless soldiers sung “Amazing Grace.” Rain soaked the grounds of white tombstones as taps played on the bugle.
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thirty one and counting

31 and counting.

following the hard rain

After the hard rain outside a cafe, in the Italian part of St. Louis called the “The Hill.”

making a lost cemetery holy again

Washington Park Cemetery cleanup, St. Louis, Missouri.
I had always seen this cemetery from the highway, located in the takeoff path from Lambert airport. It was dilapidated, overgrown, infested with mounds of trash, tires, parts of appliances, and broken headstones. At one point there was a police pursuit of a suspect in the cemetery. A tree [...]

scrapland

Scrap metal yard, (gritty) south St. Louis, Missouri.
There’s an inherent challenge in illustrating a story on scrap metal theft when a majority of scrap yards want absolutely nothing to do with you or your presence. It’s the type of assignment that requires less of a dress code and more wit in dealing with a list [...]

shirtless at the pole

World’s Fair Park, Knoxville, Tennessee.

asleep at the little house

World’s Fair Park, Knoxville, Tennessee.

pain for the better

Firefighter Tim Hoffman trains for the Ironman 9/11/11 in Wisconsin.
I’m not exactly the connoisseur of the weight room. In fact an uber-buff high school P.E. teacher once called me a <expletive> because I didn’t particularly favor the rigors of heavy pieces of metal clamped to a bar. Ten years later the teacher (who I’m confident [...]