I took this photo yesterday in Astoria, NY, during the street fair.
I am perched upon a wall, this low brick wall of the college of my youth and i am watching passersby. A woman, a mother, perhaps, not a student, stops to take pictures of a cherry tree in bloom. Not unusual except that it is night. It is night. I watch her in fascination, entertained, as she, a tourist, moves around the small tree, capturing this angle, then that.
For a moment it’s all I need, this wall, this woman, this tree, her focus, the rest of us forgotten in her task. I have all I need, this wall, this perch, to be audience to her passion, a false connection, a bit of her joy that I can steal and make my own.
Author’s note: Pingback to fourwindowspress added March 24, 2012 because Sonja’s Night Blossoms reminded me of this moment again. Thank you to Thomas Davis and the amazingly talented family over there.