Birds of a different feather

I got up at two o'clock in the morning Sunday and drove to get in line to sell at the Long Beach Flea Market at Veterans Stadium. 

Leslie usually helps me but she had a concert in Pasadena so I was flying solo. 

Gates opened around 5:30 a.m.

I was busy, had a good day, never got more than five feet from my booth so I couldn't shop.

But I did have time to pull out my camera. 

Long Beach is one of my favorite places to practice my portraiture and street photography skills. 

I almost always ask to shoot, the great majority of people smile and assent. 

Obviously, most like to strut and be seen.

You encounter a wide panoply of the American condition.

The people that sail by have quite the individual flair and self confidence to be different. 

Those are my favorite people to shoot. 

You can have the normals. 

I love a nice smile.

I'll take the quirky and alienated and those souls that are comfortable in their own foliage and plumage. Even Dodger fans.

Gay, straight, right, left, retro, futurist, skinny, fat, whatever color of the rainbow. 

An endless parade of infinite hues and individual style.

The last time I sold at Long Beach I never took a single shot, wasn't feeling it. I enjoyed myself yesterday!

Individuals who like to have fun and express. By the way, the giant contraption behind the lady in red is a jellybean dispenser. Can you imagine filling that thing and having it in your house? The last sight would be me slipping into the diabetic coma.

Some of my favorite people in the world, these pickers.