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Written Friday, September 12, 2008.
I was recently asked what made me want to become a photographer. I answered the question rather poorly (what a good question too!), and I doubt he learned a thing about me & that piece of my life.
I write this while sitting in the backseat of our family van – my senses a’ buzzing. Tanner Wilson Jersey My stomach teeters on the verge of unhappiness – from my umpteenth attempt at coffee, from the imperfections in the highway, from the effects of Fa. My dad crunches on a pack of nuts, occasionally letting out a chuckle at the witty radio program babbling on in the background. Paul Severin Jersey The air is stale. Zavion Hardy South Carolina Jersey I beg Mom to crack the window – fresh, warm air. Alex Malzone Michigan Wolverines Jersey Warm. My legs are goosebumped. For a split second I wish I could be back outside with the tomcat who lived outside the Circle 6 gas station we last stopped at. A gash behind his left ear, not a meow in him. C.J.Mosley Alabama Jersey Just chillin on a neat stack of seven bricks.
Trapped in my little cove of cavespace, all there is left to do is observe. No matter how many page-turners and legal pads I pack, I never use any of them. Not at airports, not in the car. And so, I talk to God. Liam Eichenberg Jersey My stomach churns, I tuck my glasses out of the way in the seat pocket, and I tilt my head back on my things. I imagine God is riding on top of the car. And we are talking through a portal.
My mother’s reflection in the side mirror – a slice of my dad’s forehead in the useless rearview. The Diet Coke can reflects books and Chinese; the plastic cup captures an eerie purple glow. Pie plate ethereal blue hangs in the low skies as golden streams play tag with my eyes. Now faded to orange and a thick purple graced with finality. Jack Ham Jersey Last colors. Window light.
As I sit here, I ponder that question.
I relish the burst of life that pours through the window – wind! Light! Warmth! Sun! My senses make me feel alive. And when I exercise those that feed my creations – the construction of conversation, of interpersonal conversation – person to person, radio to person, the impact of color. The joy of being. Simple silence.
It’s now that I feel I matter. When I don’t have to say anything. When the orange sun bursts right at the horizon, the radio man says, “she reached under the news desk…” – air molecules squeeze past our car as we blaze on toward Savannah. 178… 156… 138.
All my perceptions – they ground me.
But at the root of the answer is light. I thought back to my childhood, and I realized I was obsessed with it, fascinated by it even then. Matt Jones Jersey My two prizewinning science fair projects dealt with it. My brother and I invented a game we played on the trampoline – trying to avoid the line of shadow drawn straight across that static-y black surface – you didn’t want to get trapped in the dark prison.
And now… Charlie Flowers Ole Miss Jersey it impacts my daily life & I am much more aware of it. Troy Stellato Clemson Jersey Window light pools up in your eyes at my kitchen table, it warms your skin in the afternoon and makes you appear even happier.
Light thrills me. Darius Stills Jersey The variety. It offers change. Different kinds of beauty.
And I would rather spend these days outside on my porch, in your yard, in your car with windows all the way down than anywhere else. Rico Dowdle Jersey My life is too short for routine.