Unphotographable

I would like to introduce everyone to my new friend I made last night. Dinah and I were walking through the neighborhood to our house, when we came upon this guy walking down the street, and grazing. Keep in mind that this is a residential neighborhood (note the house in the background). Dinah laughed at my shock and told me that the real shock comes when you are walking around after dark and bump into one.

I was recently inspired by my friend Scott's site, as I often am. He has the most amazing links, and one of them is to a site called Unphotographable. It is a website devoted to verbal accounts of photographs missed. In the short time I have been here, I have missed many photos, and I am sure I will miss many more. You simply cannnot live your life through a camera lens. So, I find this idea nothing short of brilliant.

This is a picture I did not take of a boy, about eight years old, bathing only ten feet away from a busy street. He was covered in soap suds, stark naked, and standing in a small, metal tub. Part of me was pleased to see that no one has ever told this boy to be ashamed of his body. Another part was grieved to see that he had nowhere else to bathe.