#51, New Haven, CT
I realize I'm breaking the fourth wall here by appearing reflected in one of my supposed "pictures of cool numbers", but there's an issue that needs to be addressed. Do you notice how I'm holding the camera aloft as if raising the heavenly host above my head? This isn't a one-off. You see, I'm short. Getting some of these pictures is a challenge. I enjoy getting up close to architecture and capturing buildings' souls. I like to get a number square on and yet find myself all too often pointing my lens upward at a compromising angle. I lean over brownstone stairwells at dangerous angles. I stand on tippy-toe. All of these things I'm happy to do as it's the closest I'll ever get to the action-packed life of a photojournalist. But there are days when I long to meet my numbers face to face. As equals. Without tripod, without struggle.
4 comments:
I love it. Also, the curly-cue obscuring the reflection of your left eye looks like a monocle.
When I was a kid I used to saw off the handles of magnifying glasses and tape black thread to the lens because I wanted a monocle so badly.
While on the subject . . . Overheard this week at the Fall Cafe:
"That's why we were given two eyes. So we could multi-task."
"Really? I thought it's so pirates could see."
"Breaking the fourth wall"
Love it!
Your writing, and that of your friends, makes me smile.
Being short is a blessing.
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