I originally saw this video on a friend’s blog a few months ago. In it, JR, a described “semi-anonymous French street artist,” poses the question “Can art change the world?” He then goes on to describe a series of projects he’s done all over the world involving simple portraits of average, every day people, printed and pasted on the sides of buildings, bridges, roof-tops, trains, and everything in between. For a lot of the images, the simple message behind the picture is: here I am, a human. In most cases though, that simple message becomes a shockingly profound one, and can lead to a rethinking of ideas held. At its core the video and projects that he’s conducted raise the question of can the solution to some of the world’s major problems (injustice, racism, poverty, apathy, etc.) be found in something as simple as recognizing the humanity of our neighbors? Check it out:
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Since I bought my camera in 2008, one of my favorite things to photograph has been older buildings, doors, or objects. There just seems to be something about the wear, texture, or in some instances delapidation of these objects that almost overflows with story. I’ve loved the challenge of trying to capture these objects in […]
This is a post I originally wrote for the Emerald Water Anglers blog “Scales” in January 2011. I’ve done some slight touch-ups to it, but think it’s a great “first post” to get the ball rolling here.
Even through the roar of the ferry’s engine I heard the question posed to me as I organized the gear in the back of my car. I didn’t need to see his face in order to recognize the expression that accompanied the tone of his voice: “You’ve been fishing in this weather?” It was said in a manner better suited for a psychiatrist examining the mental aptitude of a patient rather than one adult attempting to engage another in a conversation about recreational pursuits. As I turned, there was the expression I expected, and had seen on multiple occasions: part shock, part sarcasm, and partially resembling how one might study the 6 legged calf at the circus side-show. My immediate thought was something along the lines of… “Crap. How do I answer it this time?”
On this particular day, “this” weather was a dreary Pacific Northwest January afternoon with temperatures desperately trying to reach 40, and a flurry of precipitation that was some concoction of rain and snow. In the split second following his query I scrolled through my memory bank of all the other times I had heard this question posed in this exact way, hoping to find a response that would redeem my standings as a sane human being in the eyes of this complete stranger. Let’s see, there had been the sudden and heavy June snowstorm in Yellowstone…oh, and the torrential July downpour with rain drops the size of marbles in Virginia…and of course the December day in North Carolina where the wind-chill started with a “-“. As I quickly studied this gentleman, whose age was roughly equivalent to the air temperature, and who was sharply dressed in a wool peacoat and designer jeans, it became apparent that explaining myself might pose a greater challenge than I had originally thought. So I gave the first answer that came to my mind, trying to avoid the conversation entirely: I laughed and said, “oh yeah.”
Unsatisfied with my answer and obviously wishing to delve deeper into my psyche, Peacoat asked the follow up question that we all hate, but whose answer can make amends for the previous answer in the minds of those who don’t fish. If the first question scratches the surface, the second one often cuts to the bone: “Well,” he said in a way that almost presupposed an answer, “did you catch anything?”
The honest answer was no…I hadn’t hooked a fish, moved a fish, or even seen signs of a fish, and had noticed that what few birds there were seemed to be congregating anywhere but the water. But to tell Peacoat that? Impossible! Then, not only would I be viewed as off my proverbial rocker for fishing on a day better suited for anything not involving the outdoors, but I would also be viewed as either a terrible fisherman or as being completely detached from reality for knowingly putting myself through the awful weather with the knowledge that I probably wasn’t going to catch anything. To say that I had caught 20 was the only response that would have quieted Peacoat’s mental musings about my disconnect from “normal” humans, but then I would have been telling a lie just to save face with a guy in expensive jeans. Rock, meet hard place.
So what was my response going to be? Was it even possible to explain that catching fish wasn’t why I was out there to begin with? I knew the odds were stacked against me going into the day, heading for a fishery that can be finicky in its best season at a time that isn’t its best season. However, I also knew that this fishery was my only option on a day where my schedule was entirely open—an increasingly rare phenomenon. To pass up being on the water that day—regardless of weather and potential number of fish—would have been like playing chicken with an ever busier schedule, and was therefore not an option. Regardless of if I caught fish, in spite of frozen extremities, and despite the crappiest weather nature could throw at me, I needed to be on the water.
And that’s when my answer to Peacoat’s questioning hit me: he was examining the situation from the position that my mental aptitude was called into question because I would fish in such terrible conditions, while the truth of the matter is that fishing, or hiking, or photography (no matter the weather) plays a huge role in helping me maintain an even and balanced mental condition in the rest of my life. That December day in North Carolina? The middle of the most stressful exam week of my college career. Torrential downpour in Virginia? Our day off between 2 conferences I was helping lead, at the end of which I was the most physically/mentally/emotionally fatigued I’ve ever been. June snowstorm in Yellowstone? Fishing with my brother and dad the summer between graduating from college and moving across the country to Seattle, all while coming to the realization that life as I knew it had officially changed. On each occasion, the stress and pace and worries of life melted away to the rhythm of the cast, to the conversation with friends, to the beauty of the places trout call home.
There! That was my response to Peacoat! I was going to respond to his stink-bomb of a question that had been hovering above my head for what seemed like an eternity that no, I hadn’t caught anything that particular day, but that I was still ending the day feeling as refreshed and fulfilled as if I had. That being on the water afforded me the ability to slow life down into simple rhythms, allowing my mind the time and space to think of things that life and work and chasing success of any kind too quickly crowd out: faith, and family, and purpose. Catching a fish honestly had nothing to do with my day. Instead, I was out there to catch my breath.
As the answer formulated in my head, I laughed a knowing laugh, and began, “No, I didn’t, but I….” and there came from above our heads the sound of the ferry’s intercom system: “We are now reaching our destination. All passengers must prepare to disembark.” Peacoat looked at me and said, “Well, better luck next time.” And just like that, he turned and walked towards his car, the designer tag only slightly visible beneath the hem of the wool peacoat.
Standing there, I thought about the conversation that had just happened: a conversation that in real time lasted no more than 10 seconds, felt like an eternity, could have lasted hours, but at the end gave me a deeper understanding of the last 10-15 years of my life. Who knows, maybe one day this guy will be in need of a fly fishing guide and the conversation can be continued. But, I have a feeling that even if we had several hours to talk it through, words wouldn’t be able to unpack it all. Peacoat will have to experience the feeling for himself.
“Better luck next time…,” he had said as his parting shot. Again, all I could do was laugh and think to myself: No, I had plenty of luck today—even in this weather.
I would like to welcome you to my microscopic corner in a neighborhood of millions who want to achieve the same thing that I do: to get my thoughts out there and create dialogue. I realize that I am either completely insane or completely brilliant for attempting to launch this blog in the middle of the Holiday Season. If I’m insane, then the sheer number of holiday obligations will turn this idea into an afterthought, and thus leave the homepage void of content. If I’m brilliant for attempting this now, then I will find a way to achieve my goal of capturing those split-second moments of clarity or truth in the midst of our chaotic lives. Either way, we’ll find out shortly.
Whether you found this space by accident or on purpose, I hope that you enjoy these literal and figurative snapshots.