Blog #2 - The Crime Scene
My mind spun as I stared at the crime scene that slowly began to reveal more and more of itself to me. The police moved busily around me as I tried to slow the space down in my mind. I took pictures of every detail my eyes raked over, from the dirt found on the bottom of Mr. Evans’ shoes, to his nails, to the general position he rested in. I glanced up at the Police Chief who eagerly observed my process, hoping for me to uncover a new detail as much as I did. I needed to speak with him to figure out which initial details I may have missed, but I had a problem. I have a hard time interacting with people the way most people do. I get overwhelmed when I am surrounded by too many people, or when too many new people decide to introduce themselves to me that day. I try to learn the story and take the picture of one new person as a daily social challenge, but I would rather keep to myself. I prefer puzzles to people. Take Mr. Evans’ death for example. I liked the man ...