They say that 90% percent of life is just showing up, I think in photography it is the same.
Without typing for 2 hours, I'll give you all the quick version of the story behind these 4 pictures.
I'm in a Photo Journalism class at our local community college. Three weeks ago we had our first picture due: a portrait of a stranger. It was a Tuesday, and I was content in knowing that our project was due the next week, and not in 6 hours. That was before I ran into someone in my class and was informed of the horrendous thought that i only had 6 hours to shoot a roll of film, process the film, and then PRINT the film in the darkroom.
With little time, I quickly drove home, explained my predicament to my mom, grabbed my camera, and tried not to speed back into town.
*rewinds to the good part*
Running up to a bus to get a picture of the bus driver, I quickly asked to take her (the bus drivers) picture before she leaned over to me and said, "You know who's picture you should take? that lady over there." I had noticed the old lady trying to carry her Rubbermaid bin off the bus (i say "trying" because it looked to me like her back was breaking as she heaved that bin off the bus) but I had forgotten about the yellow -bathrobe-clad lady carrying 4 helium-filled balloons.
So I jumped off the bus and asked her if i could take her picture. "Sure!" she said, with so much enthusiasm that I had to ask, "Really??" But as a reply she dug in her bin and slapped a straw hat on her head and smiled [picture 1]
"Can you help me?" she asked, motioning to her bin. And so I helped her carry her bin to the edge of the ferry dock. Taking out her balloons, she handed me a lighter and motioned to her balloons. "Here," she said, "light this."
On our way to the ferry dock she told me that it was her husband's birthday, and that he had died a few years ago. It was also her daughter's birthday, but she didnt live around here, she said. One of the balloons, I noticed, read "Happy Birthday" and for the first time the presence of the balloons made a little sense.
She was asking me to burn the strings of the balloons from the bag it was being held to, and me being the "only tired to light a lighter twice in my life" that I am, couldnt get it to work. So she tried, but couldn’t get it to work either. "Oh, well," she said and looked at me, "you ready?" and she threw the balloons over the fence and into the ocean. "Happy birthday my dear husband. Happy birthday my daughter. Happy birthday my dear dear husband." She said over and over again while waving to the balloons. [picture 2] I leaned over the fence and shot a picture of the balloons [picture 3].
"Thank for letting me take your picture," I said smiling at the old woman. "Oh your welcome! Thank you for taking it Here... let me give you something." And before I could say anything she dug through her bin and handed me some flowers. "Ohhh! Thank you!" I felt truly blessed by this strange homeless lady, and with a last minute thought, "Can I take your picture again?" She smiled and nodded. Taking out her hat again she gave me the happiest smile I had seen that day. [picture 4]
okay that was a little longer than I thought it would be... sorry
any comments or critiques?... i cant really go back and take them... but maybe for next time.