I live a half block from an early point in the New York City marathon route. Everyone is fresh and cheery, and the Kenyans are more of a blur than they are at the end of the race.
This year, I endeavored to see how many tattoo candids I could snap of runners as they passed by. I did not have high hopes. The mass of humanity that is 30,000 souls is a blur and by the time your brain registers something interesting, it is already gone in a trail of cells just starting to sweat.
I snagged one partial shot. (Don't forget, one has to factor in the photographer's ineptitude and the several-years-old technology of a Kodak Easyshare camera.
Of course, I'm not counting painted on flags like this one:
That's Pia Larsson from Sweden, by the way.Anyway, I did catch this guy as he blew by:
I know what you're thinking...."What tattoo?" Take a peek at the guy on the right side of the photo and see what I salvaged:
And then lightened:
And then blew up:
I don't know exactly what it is, but there is definitely a patriotic theme here.
That's the best I could do. Sorry!