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\"ENLARGE\"<\/a>Balefully he stares at the lens and struggles to hold his pose.<\/p>\n

The photographer has gone to lengths to make him appear comfortable – with a little wall and urn upon which to lean poeticallly – and “natural” – with tufts of grass and twigs underfoot and a bough of oak leaves overhead.<\/p>\n

But he cannot look comfortable: He must stand stock still for up to 20 seconds. He doesn’t really want to be here. His collar is tight. The shoes pinch.<\/p>\n

Are you ready?<\/i> The photographer pulls the dark slide from the holder carrying the prepared sheet of japanned tin.<\/p>\n

I guess so.<\/i> The man steadies himself and exhales deeply, buy<\/a> searching for inner calm.<\/p>\n

Hold it now.<\/i><\/p>\n

The photographer pulls off the lens cap and looks at the man. Okay now – just a little while longer.<\/i><\/p>\n

The man waits. He cannot help blinking at least once, this<\/a> and glancing around the studio: this blurs his eyes on the painfully slow emulsion.<\/p>\n

In happier times, shop<\/a> before the marriage, and the kids and the mortgage, this fellow might have enjoyed hanging out with these fellows<\/a>. But not here. No longer. That life is gone.<\/p>\n

The photographer vamps: Just a liiittle longer<\/i> … the man sighs. His shoulders lift and his head moves, imperceptibly fuzzing the edges of his face.<\/p>\n

… aaand, okay, sir. Thank you.<\/i> He caps the lens, and the ordeal is over. The man’s picture is now inside the camera, and the photographer must get it out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Balefully he stares at the lens and struggles to hold his pose. The photographer has gone to lengths to make him appear comfortable – with a little wall and urn upon which to lean poeticallly – and “natural” – with tufts of grass and twigs underfoot and a bough of oak leaves overhead. But he […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,7,25,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-923","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art","category-artifact","category-facsimile","category-found-object"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/923","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=923"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/923\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=923"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=923"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=923"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}