Not really my type of picture but I couldn't help but think that the kid didn't even know what the word or its intended message on his shirt meant. The kid's father, sitting far too far to the left, had a similarly clever shirt on.
"Hey son, I got a shirt for you."
I arrived in Dallas last Sunday. Its been a tough week. About two months into my last internship I made a comment to a professor about how being a photographer is sort of like trying to take up a running (or biking!) habit. If you are out of shape it is very hard to do it, it can take weeks before you don't cramp up and feel out of breath almost immediately and its very easy to give up, but then you get to that point where it is not hard anymore, it just feels good and it becomes harder to live without it.
This week I shot a bunch of shit, but I just have to keep reminding myself that I am just out of shape- I shot pictures of houses for the real estate section of a D.C. publication all summer- by the time the day was done I wanted nothing to do with a camera. For the first time in my life a camera became a simple tool instead of a graceful instrument. Now, finally, the camera is becoming exciting again.
