Clif Parmentier's Ocelot

When I was 12 and my father was terminally ill, he continued his weekly outdoor picture feature and I made the pictures for it. A fellow in our town, a friend of the family, had gotten an ocelot to keep as a pet, and I was sent to capture its image. Unexpectedly, it jumped up and bit Clif on the chest.

Sadly, the negatives are long gone -- these are scanned from a proof sheet that was in an envelope for many years. Thank goodness I shot it with a 2 1/4 -- scanning from a 35mm proof sheet would have been truly awful.

When I was 12 and my father was terminally ill, he continued his weekly outdoor picture feature and I made the pictures for it. A fellow in our town, a friend of the family, had gotten an ocelot to keep as a pet, and I was sent to capture its image. Unexpectedly, it jumped up and bit Clif on the chest.

Sadly, the negatives are long gone -- these are scanned from a proof sheet that was in an envel…  (read more)

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