The Pulitzers were announced yesterday, and because I admire photography and because a Pulitzer is awarded each year for photography, I just now went looking for a good one, for a surprise.
Here’s what I found:
‘”A child carries a basket containing a Gambian rat and a monkey arm.”
I’ll not comment on the photo. You get it straight up.
But I will comment on “surprise,” on how we love to be surprised. A joke, a glance, a sentence, a black hole, a burning cathedral…we love surprises. Because surprises kill (momentarily) life’s endless flood of mundanities.
We love surprises even when they come at a cost to other people. When that happens (if we even think about it), we’re quick to voice justifications and hide our red faces.
The photo is by Lynn Johnson. She did not win this year, but she was close.
Round eyes, round face, round cheeks, round head, round arms, round belly, round circles. round fingers, wrists, bracelets, fingernails, knuckles.
Round veins, too.
Notice the arms/hands to the left of the boy. Their limpness. It’s like their owner is sleeping. Or dead even.
Notice the arms and hands holding the boy. They remind me of my mother’s arms Continue reading
Always on a rainy, late Saturday night you can find a photo that surprises. You may have to look over 6,000 to find but one, but still…
A photo by Lorenzo Mittiga. Dona Thud. Dona lives on Bonaire, an island off the coast of Venezuela. At last count she was somewhere into her 90’s.
(Consider clicking on the photo to better appreciate it.)
The white shift, the white hair, the advanced age, and yet the palpable sense Continue reading
The coldest place on earth reached -88 the other day: Oymakon, Siberia was the place. 500 people live there, raw fish eaters all of them, and one of those hardy 500 is the girl in the photo. Anastasia Gruzdeva is her name. She’s 14. The photo is a selfie, a good one. Continue reading