Taking a picture of a story…Come to think of it, I do take ordinary scenes from my walks that stop me in my tracks and spur my imagination, so much so that I would write and write to a point I have enough material for one book.
After I parted with Toko-san, I started to contemplate what I would take if I had a camera with me as I walked around.
That’s when I remembered that there was a camera in the closet of my rented apartment.
Kate, the owner, said that I can use whatever was in the place, so I dashed back to my room, opened the closet, and took out the camera.
It was wrapped in a fleece jacket which was probably intended to be a cushion for the device. As I unwrapped the jacket, I found a small German manual camera.
Plus, there were two rolls of films in the pocket of the same fleece jacket. “I wonder if it’s ok to use this camera…”
Kate would be coming here soon for her piano lessons, so I decided to ask her directly for her permission.
Late afternoon, as Kate came to the flat, I said, “I found this camera and was wondering if I can use it?” “Oh, my dad gave it to me and I lent it to Jack but he ended up not using it, I guess. So, yes, it’s fine. The fleece jacket is Jack’s, but you are also welcome to wear that, too.” She sounded as though she wasn’t interested in the camera. Jack was her boyfriend.
To tell the truth, I was happier about the fleece jacket. I hadn’t realized how cold autumn in New York can be. Plus, I had never worn any piece of clothes made of fleece material.
I put my arms through and zipped up. It was so light and warm, and it felt good on the skin, so much so that it made me want to just lie down and go to sleep.
So I put on the fleece jacket, hung the camera on my shoulders and stepped out. Surprisingly, it felt warmer outside than inside, thanks to the fleece.
I started thinking about what must my first subject be for my photography? Or rather, what should I take?
Instinctively, I thought I should take a picture of myself in New York, now.
So I pointed the camera to the mirror, with my reflection placed in a show window of a furniture shop on the street.
I pointed the camera towards the reflection of myself in the mirror, wearing this fleece and that’s when it hit me. I looked so skinny and miserable. But I also thought, “hey, I could be a main character of a story.”
“The main character in a journey is always yourself…” I recalled writing something of this nature in my journal. That’s right, I am the main character.
I rolled up the film, set the diaphragm and the speed, adjusted the focus, then took the shot.