A Day, A Photo
Firstly, I’m posting another photo from Christmas Day because all I have today are photos of cute kids. No moar cute kidz near my cameraz.
Now, the story behind this image. I froze up. Dropped the ball, photo fart, whatever you want to call it. Basically, I was sitting, waiting for my ride, when a guy sits down on the ledge right in front of me, bending over in pain. It was one of those silent screams that I can only compare to this: Click Here.
I don’t know if I was scared he would bite, or if I thought I would be doing him an injustice by taking the picture, but every time I see this I think about the better one I could have made by simply focusing the camera, or even moving closer. I don’t mean to sound heartless or misguided by refering to this moment as only a “photo-fuck up.” I am trying to acknowledge the significance of his life, and I suppose this post is my self-depreciating reflection of my role in that. A better picture needs taken as a visceral piece of evidence of the effects of poverty. I’m not looking to blame anyone for the life of this man, but I do wish to preserve a piece of human history. We, as individuals, are ultimately forgettable. I don’t want to forget what just happened.
