She double-locked the doors and then dragged a trashcan in front of he refrigerator and dumped everything except a jar of pickles and a couple of cans of Diet Coke. She opened one and walked back into the front room and spun the dial on her gun safe. Working by the slanting orange light coming through the front windows she pulled out a long-barreled Colt automatic and laid it on the carpet next to the small Glock 27. She found boxes of .40 and .45 ammunition and loaded the guns and the extra magazines, feeling more power as she pushed in each bright shell, thinking of Teresa and the candles. When the guns were loaded she hefted them, feeling the difference between the gun empty and the guns ready to work, and she hiked the leg of her jeans and strapped on the ankle rig. She assembled the Winchester and loaded it squat black shotgun shells from the box Sleeper had left for her.
Fight the devil, she thought. Fight the devil and win.
Philadelphia born-and-bred author Dennis Tafoya, now living on the other side of the river, gets a little Jersey Noir treatment today.
Normally, I like to B&W with my noir shots. But as I was looking at this one, I liked how the orange lettering on the spine of the book nearly matches the Old Grandad label. So I left this one in some subdued color.
Simple lighting on this one: Neewer 160 LED Light, camera left, not much else.
Has it’s roots in the Norman Mailer classic novel, Tough Guys Don’t Dance. I say, Tough Guys Don’t Dance…They Read.
Anyway, Dennis’ The Poor Boy’s Game, set in and around Philadelphia, was one of my favorite summer reads.
Tightly written, changes of pace, well-described people and settings. I really enjoyed Dennis’ work of crime fiction.
If you’re looking to build your FRL – Fall Reading List – with something you can sit out by the fire and smell Autumn all around you, this is a good place to start.
Just make sure you’re locked and loaded.
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It’s Labor Day here in the U.S. Working on a few projects so I thought I’d repost this blog from last year.
Enjoy the last few hours of summer!
Originally posted on JerseyStyle Photography:
Today here in the United States, is Labor Day. The commemorative day began in 1882, originating from a desire by the Central Labor Union to create a day off for the “working man.” It is still celebrated mainly as a day of rest and marks the symbolic end of summer for many. Labor Day became a federal holiday by Act of Congress in 1894.
“It’s the working, the working, just the working life.”
~ Factory, Bruce Springsteen
This day is not for me. I don’t work.
I mean, of course I do. I put on a shirt every day and have a place of work to go to, an office to go into, a computer to sit in front of all day and “get things done.” At the end of the day I shut out the light and go home, and…
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