Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Man on Steps, Smoking
I love sitting on steps.
I enjoy the ease of reflection when there is nothing pressing enough to keep me away or inside.
No one has to take me too seriously when I am perched on the porch steps of my apartment.
I do not complain of being alone with my thoughts at such times.
If I smoked like the man in this vintage snapshot, I would have something to hold off to the side, something to claim my occasional attention amid the rambles of thought.
It would be a vacation of sorts, a distraction from anything too practical, a gentle exhalation of questions and concerns.
I love the moment of turning away.
Why tell a man like this that a camera is settled on him and his moment aside? Why ruin it?