John F. Kennedy

Paul

Paul stands in Pegasus Plaza, casually snapping shots of people across the street. It’s Sunday, the day of rest, and as a devout Christian, he believes it completely. It is how he relaxes from his job as the director of marketing for a local car dealership and he has been doing it for seven months.

“I work very hard on a lot of different things,” Paul says. “I live in McKinney but I drive 40 miles to church over here in Oak Cliff every Sunday and I come downtown to take photographs as a form of relaxation because I really enjoy it.

Paul has always liked photography but took a college course last semester and had an excellent professor who inspired his affinity for the art of street photography.

“[My professor] gave us the framework and mechanics of it and said go now and do a project, I don’t care what you do, just go do it,” Paul says with a laugh, uncannily resembling Will Arnett.

Paul was naturally inclined to go out on the street and take pictures completing an extensive photo essay on Deep Ellum.

“I went down there on Friday and Saturday night every week for about six weeks and took hundreds of photographs which I reduced down to a ten photo display,” Paul says.

When he first started street photography, he did not know it was an art form. He was always just the one who liked to take candid photos.

“My professor looks at me initial work and was like, you should look up these three people,” Paul says.

One of them was late Garry Winogrand- the famous street photographer who remains an inspiration for his hobby.

The biggest things Paul learned this past seven months is to never pass by a shot, never hesitate, be fast, and be invisible.

It’s a perfect Sunday afternoon. The sun shines through the trees on the plaza and off the windows of nearby skyscrapers and Paul adjust the lens for his last shot of the day.

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JFK, Dallas, Downtown Dallas

James and John

A man with sagging jeans and a blue baseball cap walks around the grassy knoll at the triple underpass in downtown Dallas. He walks across Elm St., pausing just for a second on the X that marks the assassination of President John F. Kennedy to look around. He continues crossing the road as cars fly past, only looking up at the Sixth Floor Museum and the other people walking by.

But James is not a tourist.

If you’re a local, you’ll see him wandering blocks from the monument, scouting for people to talk about the assassination, getting them to read his laminated guide sheets and visit the museum. He also listens to all their crazy theories. He’s probably heard a hundred different versions of the JFK assassination.

“I like history so, I listen to the people,” James said. “The strangest one I prolly heard is that the driver turns around and shoots him. That’s the strangest one I’ve ever heard.”

He likes the hobby and has been doing it for six or seven months now, but pays his bills as an “independent contractor- a lot of lawn work and stuff like that.”

Unfortunately though, he hasn’t had the opportunity yet to work on the grassy knoll.