Re: Are any moments trivial?
- From: Mark Bohrer <markbohrer@xxxxxxx>
- To: leica@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 03 May 2009 13:53:41 -0700
Ric:
An incredible story. It's a good thing your day unfolded the way it did.
Go see "The Soloist" for another random unfolding that led to a great
story and help for someone who needed it.
Mark
Mark Bohrer
Active Light Photography
www.activelightphotography.com
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Ric Carter wrote:
Are any moments trivial?
I spent what seemed a trivial day today. The mower repair was not
finished, so I didn’t bother with the yard.
I piddled on the computer with PAW 17. I made trivial comments on this
and other lists. Did a little work on The Mason.
Rather than heat up the house, Kitty asked me to do burgers and
chicken on the grill. Beth pushed me to go cell phone shopping. Our
contract is expiring and so is her Razr. I was not looking forward to it.
I had a couple of beers while I grilled and continued to dread the
trivial shopping. We ate lunch, and after piddling even more on the
computer, I went up lay on the bed and took more of a nap than I
intended.
Kitty offered to wake me to go cell phoning. Beth gave me a reprieve,
saying, “Don’t bother.”
I awoke late, poured down a Diet Dr Pepper and offered to shop. Beth
got herself together, and I grabbed a couple of Ms and a bag. Off we
went to the Alltel store.
We arrive to a locked door—they close earlier than we thought. Another
trivial waste of time. As long as we are out, let’s head over to Selma
and take a look around—we cruise by the Amtrak station and through the
little downtown. There’s nothing happening—what a waste of time.
Loop finished, we headed back out toward home. Just before our turn, I
notice that the trees on the edge of a cemetery pond work well with
those new 12mm eyes. We swerve into the cemetery for my shot. Beth is
curious about a bunker-like structure, and heads off to investigate.
After my shot, I grab the car, join her to see this odd, modern
barrow. We hop back in the car and take long circle out. Never knew
that old burial gound was back there. We go to look.
I notice a running car parked behind a line of trees at the back of
the cemetery—assume lovers necking in a semi-private spot.
We walk around the old ground and talk about what we see. Take a
trivial snap or two.
We head back to our car. I take a better (snoopish?) look at the
parked car. Something bright green peeks through under and behind the
car. Odd.
My curiosity is tweaked for some trivial reason. I stop to take a
better look. Yea, green like a garden hose.
I move closer while Beth sits in the car texting away on the dying Razr.
The green seems to take on a coil shape and one part seems to go up
and toward the back end of the car.
I go a little closer. Yep that’s what it is—I’m pretty sure.
I go back to the car and take Be’s phone, dial 911, and tell them what
I think I see.
In less than five minutes, an ambulance rolls in, sees us waving, and
goes to the car. They snatch the hose lose, jimmy the locked door of
the car, and extract a young semiconscious woman from the vehicle
filled with belongings.
Shortly, we hear coughing and crying.
We interrupted a suicide attempt.
I counted backward through every trivial, meaningless moment of the
day. No mower, too long nap, closed store... Only those exact
accidents and non-events would have added up to being where we were,
when we were. We should not have been there-trivial things just added
up that way.
Nothing matters, and every tiny detail matters.
Ric Carter
http://gallery.leica-users.org/v/ricc/
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