Good morning. 🌊🌊🌊 17 April 2026 At home, I dress ultra‑casually — gym shorts and a T‑shirt, or, if it’s cooler, old worn‑out jeans with holes and a wrinkled tee. I don’t usually go out in public like that. When I leave the house, I put on clean, ironed clothes. Yes, yes, I know: irons are so 20th century. Be that as it may — and I love saying that because it sounds vaguely gangstery — I go out in public cleaned up and pressed. Still casual, but put together. It’s not what I see when I travel out among the English. (And for the record, “out among the English” is borrowed from the 1985 film Witness, where Harrison Ford plays a detective hiding in an Amish community. An Amish traveler heading to New York is warned, “Be careful out there among the English.” If you haven’t seen it, it’s worth watching.) Anyway, when I’m out in public, I often see people dressed in ways that would make me hesitate to step into my own front yard. I’m not criticizing — just observing. In a way, I find it fascinating, maybe even anthropological. Though to be fair, I only ever took the intro course in anthropology back in college. What I’ve come to realize is that everyone’s “normal” isn’t the same. People — even here in Louisiana — live in slightly different subcultures where they fit perfectly and feel not the slightest bit out of place anywhere, they go. And to be sure, I haven’t always been so self‑conscious myself. I’ve gone out in dirty, ripped gym shorts and a sleeveless tee, proudly showing off muscles I didn’t actually have. From whence I come. “You can never be overdressed or overeducated.” — Oscar Wilde “Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.” — Charles Addams “Anthropology demands the open‑mindedness with which one must look and listen.” — Margaret Mead #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #morning #cloths #anthropolgy #normal