

Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane



Javi is a friend of mine - I met him working at Franks Diner in Kenosha. Currently a student at the Illinois Institute of Art, he still comes up from the Chicago area now and then for breakfast at the diner... or when he has a fight scheduled in the Kenosha/Racine area.
This shot was taken last Saturday night at Racine's Memorial Hall. I'd been invited by a trainer to take pictures of his two fighters in the ring. His fellows did not have the best of nights, one losing a split decision and the other falling to one of the international up and comers in the Ultimate Fighting world.
For his part, Javi had a great night. He tore through his opponent (upper left) like a weed whacker through dry grass. It was a short, but sweet fight for Javi.

there's your day job, the one to keep lights on and a roof over your head. Then there's the night job, the one you do that makes putting up with the crap from your day job worth it. Some people are Frank Sinatra tribute artists, some do magic, some make candles. Me? I take pictures.