5/10/12

Bryant House

Slides in April ii. "Professor."

Back when there was snow still out...

I paused on my way toward the door.

The prof.

A burst of color.

A quick introduction.

A simple question.

Two frames preserving 1/250th of a second.

I promised the prof. I'd send him copies once the slides were developed and scanned. "It should only take two weeks or so."

It only took a few months to finish shooting the roll, something I wish I'd taken care of sooner.

I gave the prof. an awkward nod as I passed him in the coffee shop before class every morning, acknowledging my own inaction and avoidance of recent obligations in more ways than one.

Simple promises or not, I could work on keeping those I've made.

Scanning this roll was just one way to start.

Locked In.

A few years ago, my friend Adam and I snuck in on a warm summer afternoon, cigars in hand, and climbed to the top of the stadium.

As the sun set, we enjoyed our Romeo y Julietta No. 2's.

I haven't been back in the stadium since then, a game last fall, aside.

Just over a month ago, I returned, keeping an eye out for security guards and whoever else I might run into as I unlatched a gate.

While Adam and I hopped a railing to get out that one evening, this time I found myself locked in. Gates were shut by an invisible crew while I was hiking to the top.

Locked in.

After walking through the entire stadium looking for an easy exit, I finally climbed onto the wall of a cement ramp leading to the upper levels.

Sitting on the ledge, I realized fifteen feet separated my camera, and feet, from the unforgiving asphalt.

I tightened the straps on my backpack.

Sometimes all you need to get out is to just jump.