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beandelphikiToday I got up from a computer in the library to go to class, and a book on a shelf right in front of me caught my eye. It was Men at Work, the work of the famous Industrial-age human rights photographer, Lewis Hine.
I flipped through it; it really is impressive work. After studying the raw simplicity of the photos for a while, I went to put the book down, and right beneath it was another book - this one not nearly so recognizable. Boy Crazy, I think the title was.
This book was old enough that it gushed over Michael J. Fox as one of the hottest new kids on the block.
The juxtaposition of this dated teeny-bopper hymn book and the work of Lewis Hine just amused me to no end at nine in the morning.
I flipped through it; it really is impressive work. After studying the raw simplicity of the photos for a while, I went to put the book down, and right beneath it was another book - this one not nearly so recognizable. Boy Crazy, I think the title was.
This book was old enough that it gushed over Michael J. Fox as one of the hottest new kids on the block.
The juxtaposition of this dated teeny-bopper hymn book and the work of Lewis Hine just amused me to no end at nine in the morning.
