So my niece Margaret (Meg), a fine photographer – Meg’sBlog– comes over to hang out and paint, but we decide to head on out to Coney Island instead, to shoot some photos and maybe spot LizardMan. Steph prompted the whole idea in an earlier post, but it was well past his show time when we got in the car. The fog was thick as soup and Meg and I were crawling around in the misty mess when finally we spotted the Circus Sideshow Freak Bar, and low and behold, there was Lizardman hmself, holding a post-performance chat with his fans and a few gecko groupies. He spoke of his sword swallowing techniques among other things, and we took some pictures. His dedication to his self-mutilation –– that is, uh, craft – is remarkable. Well, here are some shots.
Tom Bennett
This was Coney Island in the fog :


And then we meet Jim Morrison- uh, I mean, the Lizardman:

French kisses are a dollar.

LizardMan and BatsBoy.

Meg and the Fire Eater’s chin.

Meg is pleased by snakes.