The desk job

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© Tim LaBarge 2008

I had this gigantic wooden office desk sitting in the driveway with a free sign on it last week. I had tried to sell it during a yard sale with no luck. Then late Sunday eve, I heard a car stop and a guy’s voice chatting away. I wanted the desk gone from the driveway and was anxious for this fellow and his buddy to be gone with it.

Turns out he was on the phone. And since there was no way he could lift this thing himself, I wandered down to the street to give him a hand sliding it into his Isuzu.
In an instant, I knew Clint was a good guy. We chatted about life, about collecting things, about music, about painting, about carpentry, about photography, about travel, about Portland, about loss and ironically, about not having desk jobs.

Four nights later I found myself in his backyard photographing his band The New Independents. They’re just getting things together and needed photos. Anybody with a few chickens and a rambunctious plot of squash is okay in my book.

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© Tim LaBarge 2008

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