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| Bedview No. 1 (Nov. 27, 2014) |
Waiting
Here, there’s no one around
Except a man in a wheelchair
Sun worn potbellied one green eye
Sandwich in one hand resting on his potbelly
A big grin
Slowly rolling backwards down the road
I wait for him to pass
He notices me and waves
A big grin
I raise my hand, nod
He laughs and closes his eye
Slowly rolling backwards down the road
Only the desert mountains behind him
Waiting.
4 comments:
fantastic photo, Derick! absolutely wonderful.. its so evoking, so real and ideal, could be a plain on some deserted fairy land or something... really like the lighting and the different shades. it really is evoking.
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Aww thanks PP! :)
Beautiful photo, beautiful poem! I like that image. If I had seen something like this, I would have worried about whether I ought to stop him, about following him so I could caution him about the stuff behind him. I think it says something wonderful about you, and this moment, that you appreciated this scene without turning it into an anxious grocery list. You saw this scene, or you thought of this scene, and you presented it for what it was.
Thanks Sophia! I think the reason I wasn't worried was because the man seemed so content, as if he knew exactly where he was going and didn't have to think about it or even turn his head around to see where he was going. It was almost as if he knew something that I didn't. There's me waiting to cross the street, thinking about all the busy things in my life and then this guy rolls by -- obviously in rough shape, but somehow content. Somehow not needing to think too far ahead, just letting things happen and waving to the people he sees along the way. I'm not really sure what it all means beyond that -- I'm not sure there's any real moral or message to it, but it's an image that's been sticking with me. As you said, maybe it just "is what it is."
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