On a walk through the city this past weekend, I stopped in the park to see if I could catch some photos and maybe even a few thoughts in my notebook.
I happened upon two birds, who kept following each other incessantly. Either they were best friends, or one was male, the other female, and the male was pursuing a love interest. Quite diligently, I might add. Usually I find pigeons together in a big group, but these two were the only pigeons around. Immediately after I captured a quick snapshot of the two (love)birds, a man walked up and stomped right in between them.
Now mind you, I ran into the middle of a pigeon pack only to watch them scatter as a child. But this specific instance was rather perturbing, mostly because I was taking such enjoyment in watching these two birds. (Meanwhile, a black squirrel was scampering about them.)
Maybe that man was having a bad day or his parents taught him to always break up bird friendships. I hope not, but I’ll give him the benefit of doubt.
As I continued this walk, I came up to another intersection where a man and a women were serving a line of people hot meals on trays from the back of their van– at dusk on a weekend even. I wanted to capture this scene in a photo from across the street, like I was a newspaper journalist, but I simply couldn’t. Happening upon this site felt like I happened upon a naked person in her own bathroom. The event was just raw and vulnerable– I didn’t want anyone to catch me observing, I felt like I wasn’t supposed to run into this. People serving people. Ah, now my walk had redemption.
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leafless said:
“Maybe that man was having a bad day or his parents taught him to always break up bird friendships.”
A typical human trait.
July 23, 2008 @ 8:35 pm