People who read this blog on a regular basis know that one of its patron saints is a man by the name of Bill Cunningham.  We have two other patron saints.  They are Lithuanian basketball great Arvydas Sabonis (who I honestly hope reads this blog) and Ch. Rocky Top’s Sundance Kid (aka Rufus), possessor of egg shaped head and Westminster champion, who has sadly now gone to the great dog park in the sky.

Well, Bill is the only one of those three who is appropriate as a patron saint to this blog, as he an actual photographer.  He is not concerned with making lay ups or being a dog.  I’ve long admired Bill, because he has my dream job of just taking photos of all kinds of interesting people all day and all night.  I’ve seen the documentary about him so many times that I have parts of it memorized.  As some of you may recall, Bill appeared up here about two years ago.

As an aside, I became aware of Bill’s presence at the Jazz Age festivities when my mom said “the competition is here.”  Bill isn’t my competition, as I usually just try to shoot a photo of him: