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.
Not real sure how this came about or happened. Ashley & I got up and shot sunrise, checked some things out blah blah blah and the next thing you know Ashley, Boston & I were headed to Beach Road. It will be fun they said. You’ll see wild horses they said. What they didn’t say was take your tires down to 20psi. What they didn’t say was there is no rhyme or reason to driving down the beach. What they didn’t say was stay out of the fresh sand. (Right, I should have known that one) This photo was taken the first time we got stuck. (Thank you Ashley Olvey) After this we managed to get stuck again, as well as getting two others stuck. Heated up the transmission nicely & never saw a wild horse. Was it stressful?! Hell yes! However, the awesome people we met, Kevin from Maryland was a lifesaver & his father Rich said I wasn’t too dumb 😉
Hey Ashley, remember that one time we got stuck on beach road?!
My boots. They’ve seen and been through a lot. I’ve had them for years. They’ve trudged through snow, waded water, sloshed through mud. Been through fields, woods, meadows, wetlands, barns, factories, hills, and mountains. They’ve been in the saddle with me and they walk the sort line every night with me. It’s funny how such a simple pair of objects can experience so much. They owe it to me, but I also owe them something. They’ve covered my feet through all this. They’ve kept my feet from being ruined by the elements, from getting stomped by a horse, or crushed by boxes. Such a common and ignored pair of objects, until now.
I’ve never been one to open up, share my story or chat loosely about personal affairs. Things are a bit different when you meet someone that can see through you, see your fears & occupy your thoughts for the better. Someone that’s been there that can relate with life situations makes them seem a bit easier to deal with. They made it through surely you can. Our parents teach us to share as we grow. Not just our toys or snacks. Share your story. Share your experiences, thoughts, secrets. Life’s tricky. Dont go at it alone, in the dark.
Shot this afternoon while sharing
brunch, tea & life stories.