I’m not sure if anyone has posted the art works of Alan Lawrence. There’s plenty more where this came from on the internet. This is the style of droopy drawers I wore as a boy. Sometimes change is good!
I suppose some people here might wonder why this old fart posts photos that aren’t all that alluring. My intent is to convey a sense of how it feels to be an ANCIENT boylover. At this point in life it is much more about the whole boy, not just his physical features, although I will admit that I don’t totally ignore that aspect. But it’s connecting that feels great too, and over the course of a lifetime it will happen, infrequently perhaps, and when it does…. WOW!
Several years ago I was taking a road trip on my motorcycle through Thailand’s back roads, something age prevents me from doing now. I got lost so decided to take a break at a small restaurant and consult a map over a cold Coca-Cola. The owner’s little boy, about 7 yo, was at first shy, but as soon as I pulled out the map he was all over me. He crawled into my lap, uninvited but quite welcome, and began to look things over.
“Pai nai?”(where are you going?) he asked, in Thai.
“Phom ow pai tanon yai.” (I want to get back to the big highway.)
Using his pointer finger he traced an imaginary route on the map. “Oh, then you just go up the road to the house that has the three big pigs. Not the one with the little pigs. It’s the big ones.”
“OK, then what should I do?”
“Just keep going, until you come to the school. Then you turn left. Then you go to the big market. The big highway is right there.”
Just like that I had a new friend. I let him stay in my lap (duh) and he asked me all sorts of questions about the map. His mother took the photo. I obliterated my face for safety. The message here is: if you want to connect with a boy then let him do most of the talking. And be sure to listen well.
Most, but not all of the following photos are mine; others were gleaned from the net.
I belong to several photo sites, and sometimes some great boy pic show up. Here’s a few.
While in Seattle last April I was taking an early evening walk along one of their many lakes, and happened upon this very rare and unexpected scene. A boy in public in his underwear, which is not normal for American boys, and, the weather was not at all warm. He had just been out on the water riding a wave runner. He must have forgotten his swim trunks at home? Got my camera out and did a pretense of taking pictures of the boats. Also got a black and white capture from a photo on the wall of a bar.
Mostly my photos, and a couple that are not. All in the category of candid or “street photography.” I’m experimenting with black and white because color often distracts from the subject, which of course is boys. The last photo is of a very lucky boy sitting between Fred Biletnikoff and Ken Stabler, of the NFL Oakland Raiders. If you know your (ancient) American Football history (I’ll wager most of you don’t) then no further explanation is necessary.
Part of the celebration includes games – from standing and waiting to see if your number is called for the big prize (a shiny new bicycle) to throwing balls at beer cans, musical chairs, or wolfing down food and drink faster than anyone else. The kids get prizes just for participating, and a bigger prize for first place. The boy in the last photo is holding up his bag of loot won during the day; chips, soda, toys… and so far he’s got close to the equivalent to his father’s take-home pay for one day. Yeah, he’s happy!
Thailand celebrates Children’s Day around the middle of January. It’s just past the New Year’s celebrations when the adults have had their fun, the weather is relatively cool, and the children are possessed with a feeling similar to what I would get as a young boy on Christmas eve. There games, plenty of food and drink that kids love, contests, singing and dancing, and the music is LOUD. You can’t help but bust a move.
… you’re on Candid Camera!
Can you spot the fakers?
It’s my birthday, and I’m having ice cream. Join me?