AK-Documentary-Photography

community would each year
embark on the tortuous process
of removing the large effigy of
their saint from their church,
place it on a large wagon, and
pull it through their streets, band
a’playin, for all to see.
With local police escorts and old
men sweating in their Sunday
finery wondering how many more
years they could keep doing
this, on went this parade. When
the heavens opened up the old
women looked skyward, their
umbrellas providing temporary
relief from the downpour,
wondering why their Saint would
choose today of all days to rain
on them. But on they went, slowly
becoming fatigued as they went
for their second circuit around
the long block until they returned
to their church from whence they
came, to finish their mass, and
await next year to celebrate all
over again.
So this is my story. Shot in my
own backyard. Nothing exotic,
no images of faraway places and
faces. Yet drama and emotion
nonetheless. People, their story,
their lives. Perhaps this is what
David was alluding to. We don’t
have to travel far (although
that exotic unknown will always
appeal to me), there’s adventure
to be had around the corner, in
our own hometowns. Just have
our cameras ready and, our
curiosity about life and people
about us, and perhaps the story
will be there for the taking/ASK.
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