I wake up early,
cross the Potomac. Leaving Indians, traveling to Indians. Make my prayers and
enjoy coffee and pancakes, conversation and trust. As my model prepares, I
charge my camera, I look at the environment, at the ground. I find some long
grass and think again about that earlier question of place. But I also think
about the mechanics of what I need, the task of collecting the right
information while eliminating distraction. It's odd, that way we paint subjects
in a void sometimes, but it serves its purpose. I can't create that outside but
I can certainly eliminate noise, so that when I am alone working on the
translation, the communication flows freely. I make my prayers and place my
friend in the conversation between lived life and spirit. I am careful to give
gentle direction and grateful for the language of touch.
I take more
photographs than I think I need. I find a gem that I'll save for further study.
This hand is worth saving.
Jess McPherson
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