This is a picture I did not take of a woman in fitness workout wear; running shoes, shorts and an active top; standing by herself in a deserted aisle of a flourescent-lit supermarket, her arms crossed in front of her chest, tears smearing her cheeks while she unwaveringly stared at the store’s selection of baby diapers.
A photography teacher suggested I sleep with my camera, to take it everywhere so as to photograph life as it happens. However, I found staring at life through a lens invasive, non-participatory and mechanical, and I was always worried about my equipment, so this was a difficult proposition for me. The website UNphotographable is for those non-photographed moments of beauty, humanity and impermanence, translating image into words. Link
This is a picture I did not take of a cardboard box sitting on the sidewalk in front of the Post Office, like a package that someone was so excited to receive they couldn’t wait to open it, and they walked out of the Post Office and peeled back the lid to find it was filled with nothing but brown leaves, and in sadness or bewilderment, just left it there on the sidewalk, abandoned.
