Ready, aim, fire! It’s no use taking careful aim, though. By the time I catch my subject dead center between the crosshairs, it’s too late – a blip in the landscape – gone faster than you can say, “Gotcha!”
Snap – Snap – Snap – Speeding along at 70 mph, the sound of the shutter ticks me off for not being better prepared to shoot the burst of color I’d set out to capture only a moment ago.
But then this happens,
– a quantum physical moment –
I am presently looking into the past, while at the same time, speeding into the future.
Our road trips from San Francisco to Los Angeles along the 101 frequently give me pause for thought. Far from boring, the seven-hour drives range from being oddly educational,
to relaxing, meditative, and sometimes, insightful. They consistently present awesome snap-shots of the ever-changing world we live in, like here, in the transition from March
where it happened to document the life-cycle of my lunch,
which also began last March
when fields were hopefully lovingly, but more than likely,
painstakingly planted, weeded, and pruned
then harvested by hand in June
only to be boxed and transported
to my table a few days later…
What began as a simple photo challenge to “explore the ways in which a single photograph can express time”(ergo, the stainless steel truck) has somehow turned into a concerted attempt to share with you a slice of American life that I’ve observed is often ignored despite the politics of the day.
In this vein, I’d like to give a shout-out, not only to every underpaid and stooped, sweat drenched, hard-working California Farmworker we sped past on our way to LA, but to everyone involved in putting food on my table in a sustainable way…
Thank you for your hand in feeding me, my family, my friends – all of us –
not only today at our 4th of July celebrations, but every single day of the year