Yesterday, I wandered down the street and photographed Mt. Prospect’s Independence Day parade.
Rampant patriotism’s inherent creep factor aside, it was enjoyable to shoot people candidly again. Easy too, when you realize a parade is just a bunch of people looking at other people looking back at them. Kind of moronic, really. However, there were some mildly amusing moments.
Also I got rained on a lot- not all that enjoyable.
What is a parade without music?
Here are a pair of images for you:
I like to imagine this boy…
Some people enjoyed riding on the “floats:”
Not all savored being made into a spectacle:
Really, I think some were just in it for the candy:
A theory: perhaps America’s youth is being systematically indoctrinated into the US’ hyperfanatical, patriotic culture via the positive association. Parade = waving flags = receiving candy? This could be pervasive classical conditioning perpetuated by the unconscious hivemind, no?
Kids seemed to enjoy the power they wielded over onlookers. Like giving foodstamps out to the serfs. Cute. Too bad they’ll grow up to be self-entitled gremlins. (This is MtP after all.)
Not sure if this woman was gesturing at me or someone else; either way, I like her:
And now, here’s my favorite parade person, bar none:
He wasn’t even part of the the parade, I don’t think. Just heckling the actual band members, waving his trumpet. A cool cat, truly.