Reminds me of some time I spent in Cuba, back in '51.
Little guys like that always looking to gather some change from the tourists.
Looks a little staged, what with the tres amigos lined up like little soldiers, a little snapshot-ish, but face it, most of us DO take snapshots when we're out and about.
This one is full of feeling, and I particularly like the look on the shop-keeper's face.
keith
Shel Belinkoff wrote:
I'd been traveling on a "chicken bus" for the better part of a day. The bus stopped at numerous small, dusty towns en route to Celeya from I-don't-remember-where-I-got-on. If any of you have traveled on such buses you know the joy and frustration that goes with such a journey. I stepped off the bus in one of these towns feeling as dusty as the streets, my throat parched, and smelling of chickens and goats.
I was greeted by "Los Tres Amigos" who wished to sell me some Chiclets. They had but one package of the gum between them, and it appeared that I would be their last customer for the day. I asked that they show me to where I could get something to drink, and the took me to a nearby bodega, where I was able to quaff a warm soft drink, and where I bought them a small carton of Chiclets.
Here they are, proudly showing off their new inventory, while the shop keeper looks on. I tried a little sepia conversion in Photoshop to perhaps give the photo a little more "feel" for the situation. This is a work in progress, and I'd really appreciate your comments.
http://home.earthlink.net/~scbelinkoff/images/tres-s.html
