Here's a great post from my good friend Dar. A former model now professional photographer and actor. Oddly enough I first saw him on a crowded A train in 2006 wearing a large fro. #Repost @goodlightworks
"It's nice, when you dont have to ask" she says, as she quietly snaps away with my camera/phone. I knew, that even though the entire train pretended as if it's an everyday occurence to see someone with a plant hanging above him on a subway car, on a Saturdaynight... I knew that it wasn't something you see all the time. I knew that I would like to have an image of the scene that I was playing in. I knew I didn't want to ask someone pretending to not see, to be forced to see and participate in the scene. As they got on the train, he said 'woah... nice!' She smiles and engages me in a short conversation about the beauty of the the visual... plant, me, crowded subway on a Saturday night. I knew that was my photographer. She sat on his lap, I passed her my phone. There I go.
At the next station, an elder gets on the train and I let her know that the free seat next to me is especially for her. She is 86, a recent widow, full of honest direct wisdom, guestions and humor. She tells me that she studied biology many years ago remembers being taught that plants take in carbon dioxide and give out oxygen. I mention that I too studied biology. She gives me some heartfelt wisdom and advice and we part at 34th Street, Penn Station. She is going to the post office with a large bag of letters. I am going home, with a new addition to the family tree. This is Saturday night in New York city.
I let nothing alienate me from the joy of smiling with the people with whom I share space. I see clearly, and I still smile, because I can. There is great strength in a smile. Great strength in not acting like I've seen it all. I haven't. There is always space for the mystery. The silence. The unknown. The darkness, from which all light springs, holds unfathomable possibilities. There is space, and 'they' can only encroach if the gate is left open, and they are invited in. Mind the gate, mind the pasture, mind the garden. Enjoy the landscape. The land that you are.