High School Photography Class
Today I ran across my notebook from a black and white photography class I took in high school during the spring of 1993. It’s a shame so many schools are cutting back on the arts. I found these photographs to be much more interesting than the sterile similiarity provided by yearbook photos. Some observations:
I Had Laid Back Friends
I had some very agreeable friends back then. For some of the pictures, I tried to imagine myself approaching my contemporary social circle with a similiar request. I expect I would have very little luck. For example, here is Chad Day at a playground near my house.
I can’t even convince Sean to smile for a picture on the U.S.S. Constitution…or at my company picnic. Can you imagine his face if I approached him with, “Say I have an idea! Climb up on that jungle gym and hang upside down.”
A Secret Fetish?
I also learned a few little lessons about myself looking at these pictures. I seemed to like people, particularly my sister, staring off in space. I had a lot of close-ups. And….apparently I really liked guys laying on the ground with theirs arms behind their heads. I had THREE of those: