One of my photography assignments was to create an album cover. I wasn't sure what to do, until I thought of my friend Blake who was pursuing music and working on recording an album. Perfect.
We went to the tunnels (well, maybe not THE tunnels...but a place with tunnels when you go down La Orilla). It was kind of awkward. I don't like taking photos of people...too much pressure to make them look good. I can't make someone else feel comfortable in front of a camera when I, myself, wouldn't feel comfortable and when I barely feel adequate behind the camera.
This was one of the first photos I took. Blake offered me his hand to help me from one concrete block to the next as we made our way over to the tunnel. I told him to freeze, and took this.
I took a few other pictures. I used a different one for the assignment. But this photo...this one.
I'm not going to go into some explanation of what it means, symbolism, blah blah blah. You can decide that for yourself. I just...I like it. I like looking at it and thinking "I took this. I captured this moment, and pretty dang well if I say so myself." I don't even like this edit very much. I've never been able to get it to look right on a computer screen. The colors in the print are brighter, and better (I promise).
I like thinking that this photo hangs somewhere in the office of my high school, like I left something behind. Proof I existed, a few years from now when no one remembers me.
I've been thinking about the time I took this photo a lot today. Those months, that life I was living when I took this...wondering if anyone would offer me their hand now.
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