Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Courage To Change

Jacques of Endless New York would get right up and personal and ask people if he could take a picture.  He got pictures that really piss me off because they are so beautiful and personal and intimate and a world where you could step in and go somewhere private and catch your breath.

photo:  Jacques Baudrier

My worlds where I could step in and go somewhere private are devoid of people.  They are filled with the empty nooks and crannies I wandered in and out of in deep night by myself, wondering about life, liberty and what that office at 2 a.m. was really like.

When it came to taking pictures of people, unless I knew them, knew them very well...

...like Dana or Polly the cat...

...I skulked around and snapped away like I was a spy out of a Peter Sellers movie.  Obviously bad at being sneaky but thinking I was getting away with something.

I'd take pictures from far away...

... or up close on their feet...

...or at their backs...

and always of their anonymity.

I hated Jacques.  I hated his camera.  I wanted his pictures.

No, not really.  I adore him.  But jealousy makes us ugly human beings, especially jealousy that really is about Jacques doing something I was quite capable of doing.  Asking.

Ask, Jacques said.  Ask.  He even sent an article defending his case.  By Eric Kim.  Who said... Ask. 

So.  On a miserable winter day, rushing by, I stopped and looked at a living painting.

Oh, just walk by, it doesn't matter, said my cold feet.

No. Ask, said my eyes.

Change is a horrible feeling and risks are worse than getting car sick.

But not doing anything is worst of all.

The tailor smiled, nodded and then went back to work.

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