The Boy Channels Americano

When it comes to this boy words either fail me…or there are too many! He never features as much as his sister in the photography department. He never allows it. Until this summer. Something in him just opened up, chilled out, steadied…I don’t know…but the outcome led to some truly rewarding shots. He’s a straight talking, tell it like it is kinda kid…and for that reason there’s nothing feigned here. He has an ability to ignore the camera, as well as everybody else if it suits him. There’s an inner light burning, burning, burning…a tremendous freedom of spirit about him…an outside the boxness about him…he exasperates, confounds and demands but equally entertains, amuses and illuminates the days. So baring this in mind about the boy, and given that these pictures were taken in the land of the free, and home of the brave…how could I not think of Jack Kerouac.

“[...] the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’”    ~ Jack Kerouac  {On The Road}

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