The Bull Fighter and the Old Man

I’m suprised that I don’t get into car wrecks daily- my eyes are so often not focused on the road in front of me like a good little driver- instead they are constantly- maybe sometimes even frantically- searching for beauty. Searching for images, for stories, for spaces I want to capture with a camera.

This jumpsuit had been halfway done in my sewing room for a week or so- and one day, on my way to work, there it was- an abandoned restaurant with red shutters and black trim- it was perfection. Every day I would drive by it- looking forward to getting the piece completed so I could capture the perfect simplicity of color coordination and symmetry.

When we pulled up on a Thundery Monday I discovered the appointed king of this vacant castle. His name was Gary and he was beautiful. I asked him if it was okay to take his picture since he was wearing red also… and he obliged. Thinking about it this very moment- it’s amazing how things work out sometimes- how all of us strangers could be pulled together and somehow color coordinated- as if predestined to create a wonderfully aesthetic image. Thank you Gary, you are truly appreciated- you are as much of the paint on this canvas as any of us.