Two Girls and a Women Rushing

I love photography. I collect it, not on the scale where anyone wants to come and ask for my collection, but rather where I buy images that move me, motivate me, intimidate me, make me hurt, hope, and or laugh. There's something about photography that works for me, not excluding other art mediums, but in a way that allows me to see myself in the picture. And I like to be there.

I saw this image taken in Germany by Walter Sanders (not sure of the date, or the title), and it was a plethora of wonder, all in one glance.

First, there is the woman in a hurry behind the friends walking. How often am I that woman, and when will I slow down enough to notice two fabulous friends huddled in synchrony, talking about something that makes them both feel good? What are they talking about? A man? Something that happened in school? The end of War and Peace? Okay, I'm not feeling the War and Peace thing, but never judge a book by its cover, right?

There are no cell phones. No distractions. One car in two blocks? Seriously?

Oh, but it's the girls that I keep being drawn to. I yearn to be one of them now and again.

Their shoes. Can't we please bring back loafers and saddle shoes with white socks? Why not, I ask you? Friends, with their hands in their pockets. Note to self: only buy pants with pockets moving forward. Swear. And do not have anything in your pockets, Christine, other than a credit card and one single key to your simple, clutter-free apartment.

Oh, we will walk without urgency, totally engrossed in our conversations with each other. I am thinking it will be one of my favorite pals, Chris, who I haven’t seen in almost two years. Why is that you ask? I have no good reason. I won't notice the woman behind me, even though she is looking at me, because I will never again worry about any possible danger attacking from behind.

My world will be slower, safer, fun, earnest, and without the angst of so much unrest and uncertainty that plagues my days, all our days, now.