MatthewSchueller
51/365: Hollow at Heart.
With as much conceptual photography I've been thinking about recently, it's good for me to come back to the basics every one in a while. I really do appreciate the simple images. I have a weak spot for it.
Today I was thinking about people. There are just so many of us. There are too many people to actually know even a small percentage of them, but there even are too many people that just live around me that I can't even begin to know all of them. But I walk by people every day, people from all kinds of different backgrounds and holding all kinds of stories on their backs, yet I never stop to ask anything, or even more look them in the eye. I was taught from a young age not to talk to strangers. Now as an adult, I hold that habit, and at times use it as justification to not stop, to not talk, to not greet another human. It's sickening when I think about it and I just wish I would, that I had the courage and strength to actually talk to people that I do not know, or to just have the decency to look others in the eye.
I don't have any other explanation for this photo other than this,
"Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?" - Walt Whitman
51/365: Hollow at Heart.
With as much conceptual photography I've been thinking about recently, it's good for me to come back to the basics every one in a while. I really do appreciate the simple images. I have a weak spot for it.
Today I was thinking about people. There are just so many of us. There are too many people to actually know even a small percentage of them, but there even are too many people that just live around me that I can't even begin to know all of them. But I walk by people every day, people from all kinds of different backgrounds and holding all kinds of stories on their backs, yet I never stop to ask anything, or even more look them in the eye. I was taught from a young age not to talk to strangers. Now as an adult, I hold that habit, and at times use it as justification to not stop, to not talk, to not greet another human. It's sickening when I think about it and I just wish I would, that I had the courage and strength to actually talk to people that I do not know, or to just have the decency to look others in the eye.
I don't have any other explanation for this photo other than this,
"Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?" - Walt Whitman