Everything that has a beginning, has an end. I think I remember that from the Matrix or something.
About time I shut the doors on the openorigins.com site. I’ll leave it up for the time being, but all feed traffic has been forwarded to my personal site, http://www.josephszymanski.com. From now on, everything I’m working on will reside and be posted there, openorigins.com will no longer be updated.
Thanks to everyone who visited over the years, it was a good run.
~ Joseph Szymanski
“Let’s go for a drive, and see the town tonight, there’s nothing to do
but I don’t mind when I’m with you…”
Fucking google, pulled my adsense account. Apparently, this site is too “adult.”
Yes… my taste is rated R. Bite me google. You fuckers owe me money.
Had it not been for that stamp collection, Bill Rauhauser — dean of Detroit street photography for more than 60 years — might never have found his calling. When Rauhauser was in 10th grade, his father gave him his old stamp collection. Walking to school, Rauhauser complained he didn’t give two hoots about stamp collecting. Another kid said his father had given him a camera, but stamps were way more interesting. Could they trade?
With that switch, Rauhauser, 92, acquired a primitive Argus camera and dove into a calling that would ultimately come to define his adult life.
Our guest lecturer, Professor T, is here to talk about the psychological ramifications of “Bustin’ a fool’s head.”
