I read something this morning that said: " I told God to protect me from my enemies and I started losing family and friends". I couldn't help but think how close that hit home. So I sit here on my balcony, feet up, all black Stan Smith's on, smoking a Vanilla Tatiana while offing an iced cold bottle of Bartenura Moscato and started to think...
I thought about all the good times I had with those friends I no longer have. I thought about all the family members I am no longer close to. I think about why I no longer have these people around me. Asking myself that all too familiar question - Was it my fault? I lean this comfortable chair back a bit as I recline on my thoughts. They aren't around for a reason! I got rid of most of my trouble. My past has been confronted, so I can now rest comfortably. Damn, this Wine got me on a trip. Should've brought luggage...
When I was young, my mother always said I had a way with words. It wasn't until I got older that I realized what she meant. I use to talk my way out of the most disconcerting situations. To me, talking wasn't enough... I was (and to some, still are) a show off. If I spoke it, I lived it. And fortunately for me, I have pics to prove it.
Synonymously, photos are worth the thousands of words I couldn't say or didn't think of at the time. As this Vanilla Cigar comes to an end (much like those bad friendships), I think about the photos with the fake smiles and fake hugs. I transport myself back in time when at that moment, everything seemed so real and genuine. FLASH! I see the dude in the background looking at me from the corner of his eye. FLASH! I see the girl I had the biggest crush on affectionately hugging this dude I can't stand. FLASH! I see a cousin who I once admired disappear from my life. FLASH! GONE! POOF!
So as i sit here toasting to the good times and exhaling the smoke from the lurid aftermath, I ponder on why Photography is so important to me. An entire night of events can be captured in just one photo. That photo should tell a story that even YOU can't describe. Maybe if we pay attention to photographs a lot more, we can protect ourselves from what may happen, what has happened already, and what has the potential of happening. Buh-Bye Tatiana... See you on the next trip!
