Blog #1 - The Day Started With....
The day started as it always does. The abandoned warehouse, wooded area at the edge of town, or the graffiti filled parking deck usually lie prey to my wondering eyes each morning. Today, I joined the rowdy skateboarders and their boombox, cloud of cigarette smoke, and playful air. I wasn’t friends with any of them, I wasn’t really friends with anyone at all, but they were used to my watch ful eye. The intricate web of graffiti loomed overhead and all around me, drawing out my creative eye. My camera guided me in my understanding of the world and of people. I was working on a project. Each morning, I met someone new, listened to them speak about their lives and took pictures of them. I don’t know what it’s for, but I love observing people, noticing the details others don’t, and solving the puzzles others can’t. I dug around my pockets for a couple sticks of gum, throwing it in my mouth and popping bubbles at the crack of each skateboard reverberating off the walls o...