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?


Kimberly said...

(I am nodding in understanding as I read your well chosen words...) Thank you for this open window, friend...

Anonymous said...

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

John said...

I am eager to see the Vivian Maier documentary!

Ur-spo said...

It is a lovely photo. If I were a painter I would paint something like this.