|nothing like dizzy sickness to chear me up
||[Aug. 15th, 2006|05:04 pm]
While looking for features I made a few frames of a young boy playing in the surf with his dog. Not a bad feature.|
I went up to his mother, who was collecting the rounded glass that washes up on shore in some places...she had a lot of clear pieces in her bag, which was something of a rare find in california when I was younger. She seemed annoyed at my presence, and made a point of ignoring me until I haunched down beside her and said hello, who I am, and I made a nice photo of your son playing with your dog and was curious whether I could get his name for a caption.
"You want a feature?" she asks, looking me in the eye for the first time, "Ask him about his younger brother who died of cancer eight months ago."
Not that I could really say this to her face, but I would have gladly been here eight months ago to tell the story of her loss. Somehow, that thought doesn't come across in my "I'm sorry for your loss. Thank you for your time." response that sounded like poison.
An hour or so later, after running into the inevitable camera-shy, newspaperphobic individual, I was riding on one of those playground spinny things that always made me sick, photographing several kids hanging off the side having the fucking time of their lives. I left the playground laughing and dizzy.