How often do you walk down a city street and pass by people like the ones above and never give them a second thought. How often do we pass by and never even see them, wrapped up in our own comfortable world. How often do you see them, but you just glance and try not to make eye contact. How often do you stop to give a dollar, because you feel a little guilty, but you keep the words to a minimum and you walk away quickly, uncomfortable with them. Do you ever stop and talk to them. Because they have names and stories and experiences. One is a musician and the other a graphic designer, artist and writer. One tunes his guitar and complains about the cold, not because he is cold but because it makes tuning difficult. The other reads his newspaper, folding and unfolding it, and he smokes. But you can see in his face the ideas and the creativity that are working. They talk to us and share their stories. One tells us about a short story he’s working on set in the future where people rely on electricity to live and they have to plug in and recharge. We move on and we will probably never see them again, but I know I will remember them. And there are countless more like them. We talk to a woman who has a cat with her, trying to get money to feed herself and the two cats she has saved. We talk to a man happier than most of the well dressed and well fed people around him who gladly poses for pictures with the biggest grin I have seen in a while. We talk to another man who has been sitting in the cold and rain, wrapped up in a coat, all day. By this time we have given away our cash and we apologize. He says, “Don’t worry about it. I try to earn it by giving directions and helping people find things. I’ve been here two years so I know the city really well.” These people are real and they are all around us. It’s good to stop and talk with them and hear their stories, because everyone has a story to tell and this is reality.
Today was a boring day. I drove all over the place and visited a lot of places and blew through a lot of gas, but for some reason it bored me. Usually I like wandering, but not today. I was alone and didn’t want to be. I was bored and tired and the heat was annoying. So I spent the afternoon sitting on the tracks watching trains colored with graffiti go by.
I’m not sure what attracted me to this scene. Just two guys working on something in their garage across the street. I watched them for a bit and got a quick shot. Maybe it was the lighting. Maybe it was warm summer air and the idea of two guys fixing something in a garage. There’s something about for me that’s hard to put into words. It’s common and typical, but there’s something more. Something a little deeper. I just don’t know what that something is.
There are times when I drive and I can’t resist shooting. I just get an idea for a shot and I have to get it. Yes, I know, it’s not the safest. I’ve been told by many. But the shots can really be worth it. Tonight I set up my camera on my dash, held open the shutter and shot away. It made a boring drive much more interesting. I got some cool shots and got to where I was going safe and sound.
Shot on S.R. 32
This right here sums up Indiana. One day it can be almost 80 degrees and sunny. And the next it’s snowing. Yes, snow in April. One day I’m wearing shorts and a T-shirt and very much enjoying the beautiful weather. And the of course it snows the next day. And of all days, it’s on a Monday. After a long night of work I got to walk back to my car in blowing, wet snow. But that is just how Indiana is. I guess I’m used to it by now. And warmer weather will be here soon enough, or at least I hope so.