Seen Days Seen
The most memorable photographs are seldom those with the sharpest amount of image detail or the ones with the most glamorous model posed with a sultry suggestive mood. Those images that often speak the clearest to me do so with an essence of grit, beautiful flaws, and an unstaged real life aura which draw me in and keep me there. It's in those photographs where I find the heart of the image.
A successful photograph captures that very moment with sincere emotion.
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Big Storm and a Little Camera
Hurricane Sandy and a Camera: I’ve been looking for an original Olympus OM series camera for a while. This one is gorgeous. The package arrived today, five days after the auction closed. Everything, including a second lens and a flash was extremely well packaged and securely boxed. You never really know just what you may get from an online auction until the package actually arrives. I won the auction for this 1979 OM-2n on Sunday evening and paid for it immediately. In less than 24 hours from the time I submitted payment, a storm by the name of Hurricane Sandy would make a devastating attack on the Northeast, pummeling New York and New Jersey.
Ben, the seller of the camera, lived in Staten Island, NY. After watching the fallout that Sandy left behind, my excitement for a camera was quickly replaced by an honest concern for a community and for Ben. I’ve read the stories, seen the photos, and watched the news. The horror is simply that. Horror. I’d ruled out any possibility of ever receiving the package and to be quite honest, was perfectly fine with that. The price of a camera was unimportant. I just hoped that Ben and his family were safe.
I returned home a few days later to find a package waiting for me. It was sitting on my stoop in the warmth of the sunshine. The return address read Staten Island and was postmarked October 29, 2012, the very same day that Sandy made landfall. I was shocked. Knowing that this little camera came from an area of such devastation a few days earlier and now resides in the calm of autumn a few hundred miles south is nearly unimaginable.
A person’s character speaks greater words than any that ever come from their mouth. On Monday, just hours before Sandy’s arrival, I’m sure that Ben had far more important things to do than worry about getting a package to the postmaster. Once again, character speaks volumes. My thoughts and prayers go out to Ben and all those affected by this disaster. Please let me know if I can do anything to help.
Peace and goodness to all.