Recently, we visited a city and walked the streets. First, for a view of what was around town.....
Then, for a more meaningful purpose.
As I began to take pictures of what was around me, I begin to re-focus.........not my camera........my brain......then, my heart.
I began to "see" stories unfolding before me.
Each individual that was held captive by a circumstance(s) in their life.
Thus, making the streets their escape ..........
Depending on what street they chose to walk down, that has become their escape route in life.
Every corner...... or sidewalk .......held a different life story.
The lady and her dog above.....This was a morning shot.
I noticed her because of her hat.......( I love hats...and have a small collection of my own)...........and the fact she was walking her dog.....downtown.
Not to mention, this particular street was not that busy. So, she stuck out to me.
But, as I watched her, I begin to wonder where she was going.
Why? What purpose caused her to chose this route on this particular morning.?
Had she had a bad night?
Was she running away from something she didn't want to face?
The careful outfit she chose ..............was it a "mask" to appear that everything in her life is together as it should be?
On what ?
I actually took three shots of him with his head down looking at his phone as he sat down. He was very focused and appeared to be deep in thought. This area of the street was quiet and he appeared to be all alone.
I didn't even see him raise his head when I snapped this shot. I really didn't want him to see me invading his privacy of space.
But, I couldn't help but get a feeling that there was a sadness or a desperation in whatever he was reading.
This look on his face, when I got back to my computer, told me all I needed to know.
I had watched this man walk slowly up the sidewalk, with his head down and he looked like he was carrying a huge burden.
I watched him sit down.
He just sat there not hardly moving. He seemed to look in the same direction for the longest of time.
He was very dirty and looked weary.
We walked further down the street to shoot some other angles of different things going on. We came back an hour or so later, he was still sitting there. I had to look twice. He was still looking in the same direction. It was like he never noticed anything else going on around him.
Each person seems to be searching for something.
The street(s) are their hopeful avenue of escape.
It was getting dim outside and I saw him as he sat down.
We crossed the street and as I turned back to see if I could snap a shot, he looked right at me.
Looking at this picture, makes me want to get a knot in my throat. Something about the way he is looking into the camera.
He probably worked all day.
But, again, he has chosen the street to escape.
As he shuffled very slowly in his.......... paper shoes.
I think this photo tells quite the story all by itself.
And we wonder what color we are going to paint our wall?
What kind of rug to buy for the floor?
How many gallons of gas does our vehicle get us?.....
Where we will eat sushi tonite for dinner?
Yes, these people made decisions on what street to walk down.......what street will give them their next escape route.....and that particular map in their life has led them to this place.
For some, it may not have been a choice.....they may have grown up here and don't realize there is another street to walk down......or they have given up hope of ever leaving this street.........this street that has formed their lives.
But, for whatever their reason for being here, there is still another opportunity available to them.
If we open up our lens a bit and let what we see through it reach our heart.
Whatever street you choose........
Over and out,