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?
4 comments:
(I am nodding in understanding as I read your well chosen words...) Thank you for this open window, friend...
Actuellement sort en France un film "Finding Vivian Maier" sur une photographe américaine des années 30,(street photography) .Elle a fait de très beau clichés découverts après sa mort (dans le plus grand dénuement).
Jo d'Avignon
I am eager to see the Vivian Maier documentary!
It is a lovely photo. If I were a painter I would paint something like this.
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