If were in charge of my own Memorial Service, I’d have a lot of options to try to get the point of my life across in various displays. My books would be laid out, magazines with articles, clips from The Secret Song movie, TEDx talk, SF Jazz Family concerts playing on some screens, music from the 26 SF School recordings, my Boom Chick a Boom CD, little stations with Headphones playing my Podcast, a computer where you can scroll down to one of these Blog posts and other paraphernalia. I’m sure anyone else in charge would think of these same things. (Though would probably wisely not choose them all!)
But no one would probably think of a display of photos I’ve taken over the years. It’s one way to get behind the eyes and mind of a person and see what they saw and consider why they thought it was important to capture that image. I make no pretense to an artistic photographer’s eye that will win any contest, but I do genuinely love certain types of images I take the trouble to notice and record. I lean particularly into pathways, doorways and steps.Why?
All three appear to me as invitations. What’s just around the corner of that curved pathway? What’s behind that intriguing door? What awaits me at the top of those steps?That’s what defines the way I plan and carry out my Orff classes, the way I improvise on piano, the way I like to wander aimlessly in a foreign city or town or village. All is possibility, all is a beckoning finger suggesting something marvelous unseen where I’m standing but soon to be revealed when I turn the corner, open the door or ascend the steps.
If we are here to be seen and known and celebrated for our particular way of seeing this world, of being in this world, it feels like these photos are an important part of it. Here’s a sampling from the last three weeks.
DOORWAYS
PATHWAYS
STEPS
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