le moment decisif
So there I was at the “Ellington Echoes” show at Nine Nights of Music, down on one knee, waiting for the dancers to come out of their turn. And just as I pressed the shutter, in the 1/500th of a second the film was exposed, what should appear in front of the lens but Jack’s big goofy head?
All the way home, this moment was the topic of discussion:
Jack: Daddy, did you take my picture?
Daddy: Yes, Jack, I took your picture.
Jack: That was funny!
Daddy: Yes, Jack, that was funny.
Peter: Jack, did Daddy take your picture?
Jack: Yes! That was funny!
Lather, rinse, repeat.
In that 1/500th of a second, I came to two important realizations:
- Henri Cartier-Bresson didn’t roam the streets of Paris and Shanghai and Barcelona with two four-year-old boys in tow, and there’s good reason for it.
- I am not Henri Cartier-Bresson, so I’ll continue to bring my little assistants along on my adventures.
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2 comments en “le moment decisif”
July 27th, 2006 at 11:22 am
lol. I love it! Keep the assistants, they can be the best part of the excursions. I can’t help but smile while looking at this.
July 27th, 2006 at 2:33 pm
Thanks! And I think I will keep them–they’re also a great ticket into places that I’d otherwise never visit, and perfect cover for snapping pictures (I’m sure that a middle-aged man with a camera would have been more than a little creepy at the swing concert without a couple of charming boys to make him seem perfectly harmless).
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