This I believe, is my strongest picture yet. Sublime in it’s honesty. Where I feel, the words loose their necessity.
He is a 77 years old, been His whole life drivers teacher. Thundered the country with automobiles, now he mostly spends his days sitting, reading and waiting. Reading does not have much point since he immediately forgets the stories. Sitting is safe since if going for a walk, it could end up bad as well since he may forget the way back. He is waiting until someone asks if he would like to have a tea or supper. Waiting when the children are coming to visit. Once that moment arrives, he lights up. He lives for the moments.
Nonetheless, I guess with that picture I came closest to that quote:
… a Newton photograph captures private moments, private lives, a chilling sense that we are glimpsing raw, unprotected souls
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Tjah, Tuleb tuttav ette… Taat tegi ka niimoodi viimastel aastatel.
Jah, sama siin. Oma vanaisaga mäletan sarnasied seiku lapsepõlvest. Oli ta toodud meie juurde elama kui siis vahepeal toimusid Põlvas vanaisa otsingud tänavatelt. Ükskord sattusin ka mina niimoodi temaga jalutama, miskil kombel jõudsin mina koju teatama, et taat ei tule koju.
Kuid need meenutused on kõik peamiselt sellised kus ma mäletan, et sedasorti käituvae härrade mõistus ka üldiselt kuidagi tuhmunud. Ei ole väga võimelised enam enda vastas olevat inimest täiel määral tajuma. Valjoga oli tore seepärast, et ta sai ise aru mis toimub. Ja neil hetkedel kui oli keskenudmist tarvis siis ta oli ülenisti kohal sinuga koos, säras vastu pigem. Huvitavalt testmoodi.