Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Saturday, May 30, 2015
On the cover of what magazine would you most like to appear?
It was a candid shot, taken out of disbelief. A girl--possibly a lady--being assaulted on the street. It was dark and still wet from earlier rain. I was hurrying back to my apartment from photographing wet pavement on the neon-lit streets three blocks over. Pretentious and hack. Maybe worthy of stock photo work. I had my camera around my neck, like an idiot in this bad neighborhood. I heard her scream, cut off. I saw them clearly. Woman and man. Man wrapped around woman from behind, her feet losing the ground for a moment. His hand blocking her air. I lifted my camera and started snapping.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment