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I sign up for some pretty eccentric email lists. Some of them are for fashion news (if you knew me? that would make you laugh your ass off.) Some are for off the wall artists or musicians. One list I'm on sends me a variety of things. It's one of the few daily emails that I look forward to. Today I was sent this.

I love photography and was very interested in this when I realized what it was. It combines two of my favorite things to study: photography and criminals. I am so entranced with these photographs. I want to know all I can about the subjects. What their stories are, how they ended up where they were. How did their lives turn out? I really like learning about people. Not necessarily famous folk. Anyone will do really.

I think in some ways it's because I want to feel some connection with people. Alive or dead. I think all of us want to see that others are human too. Maybe they make the same mistakes we do and that comforts us. The knowledge that someone else thought they were screwing up their kids just as I think that? That's a comfort to me. It endears that person to me even more.

People who come across as so cocky and arrogant? I like reading about how they came to be *that* type of person. People who where so painfully shy as kids and are now extroverts? Fascinating to me. Other people who grew up as an only child and turned out so different from me. People who grew up poor. People who were born into the best and/or worst of families. I love to read it all.

But these photographs? Some of them just scream out to me.
#12 - A.O. Feutrill. He looks like he's 15. What's his story? He looks like he's going to laugh in the side shot. Who cut his hair? I'm all about the serious and the mundane people.
#18 - These ladies look like they were having a grand time. I imagine they made the best of the situation.
#21 - What did they do? They look like they don't care. I like this one a lot. Chutzpah.
#22 - Makes me sad for the girl on the right. I want to hug her.
#26 - How did Maggie Gyllenhaal get in there?
#27 - Man? Woman?
#37 - Wicked hair man. Seriously phenomenal hair.
#44 - Vince Vaughn? WTH?

I may have to do some researching. See if I can't learn more about them. Someone in the comments there said the Sydney police dept has some information in their archives.
People,  ya'll just fascinate me. This is why I end up losing a couple hours a day and wonder where the hell they went. They went to Sydney today. Tomorrow they'll probably end up in Butte, MT. Who knows, I'm just along for the ride.

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