20 November 2020

Published November 18, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter


Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


              Adolescent Arthur Fellig rented a pony and took pictures of neighborhood kids with his secondhand View Camera.

            “I wipe their faces and give ‘em a ride.” He winked. “Then sell their folks the photos.”

            Years later, armed with a police-band radio, Speed Graphic camera and a makeshift darkroom in his trunk, he lurked in the shadows of New York. His black and whites captured the city’s seamier side like no others.  

            “You’re always on time.” Amazed reporters shook their heads. “You must have a Ouija board or something. What’s your secret?”   

            “Ain’t no secret.” Weegee shrugged. “F/8 and be there.”


100 comments on “20 November 2020

    • Dear Linda,

      My boys all looked like Dad in one way or another. I definitely favor that side of the family. When my eldest was little I was showing a friend a picture of me as a little girl and my friend asked why I put my son in a dress. LOL. Wisoff Genes are on the deeper side of the pool.
      Glad you enjoyed the story, too. 😀 Thank you.



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  • Dear Andrea Warthog W(T)F,

    Harvey Wingnut is no Arthur Fellig, but at least he caught a couple images of that sneaky mime. She’s more elusive that a orange garter snake in a bowl of spaghetti. Let’s just hope Lowry and Blockson are able to cage her before strikes again.

    Happy coloring,
    Harvey (Loose) Wingnut

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    • Dear Harvey (Ever-Loosening) Wingnut,

      Detective Lowry and that ski-nosed Blockson labor in vain against the cagey mime. Good luck with your photographic endeavors, although I’m not sure your Polaroid Land Camera will do you much good. Perhaps Liza Jane can sniff the mime out…or not. Dog treats in her pockets will win the pooch over every time. 😉

      My purple crayon salutes you,

      Andrea Warthog W(T)F

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  • Dear Rochelle,
    What a way to begin a career as a crime photographer! I love your ability to show how driven such individuals are to achieve their ambitions, no matter how small their beginnings. Wonderful story.

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  • Shey and I do a lot of photography, though it’s mostly Shey. We’ve learned a lot during hours long hikes capturing the thrill of nature. Photography is not a simple matter of pointing and shooting. It’s capturing the essence of a scene, and that is not easy at all. Thanks for another great slice of life piece. 🙂

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  • I Like the way you found enough words to cover both the adolescent venture and the adult career. I wholeheartedly approve of WeeGee’s take on empathy as the key to a great photograph. It works for writing, too, as you show us most every week.

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  • Oo – ho! When I first saw the title, I thought for sure this was gonna be a ghost story… one with wee gee che’s (witches, I don’t know the spelling…phonetically, then). It matches the photo. Ahhh, but that tale is well beyond a mere 100. I almost wish I’d had a camera back in my volunteer first responder days. I often wonder what those images could have said that wasn’t said…ya know. What could have happened had I been able to combine my writing with photoging…. ah, such is hindsight.

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    • Dear David,

      There is a method to my madness. It’s not like I have a wealth of knowledge. Google is my friend. For example: For this photo I started with black and white photography. History of photography didn’t do anything for me so I went to famous photographers and up popped this pop-eyed cigar smoking fella with the camera and I knew WeeGee was the story to go with. I’m happy to share the learning. 😉 Thank you, my friend.



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  • Think I’d have stuck to the children’s photos and a good night’s sleep. Have seen the sort of photos he took and wondered why they were available and not hidden in police archives – i guess you just get there first and the subject is beyond complaining. An odd career choice.

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