Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 1998/03/17
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]This is a great story from John Stafford that was posted on the alt.journalism.photo news group today. John J. Stafford wrote: > > Just a note in passing about growing up in PJ, coming to > terms with what is important: Around 1971 I found myself > assigned to cover a minor soap-box derby race in suburban > Chicago. I was young, between the ages of the participants > and their parents, bored with suburban stuff because there > was so much more "happening" in the city of Chicago. > "This is one didly-squat assignment.", I told myself, but > tried to get into it anyway. > > When I thought I'd seen it all, I made one more walk through > the whole scene before leaving early, when I saw an older > man in good clothes, European, I thought, smiling away and > enthusiastically shooting pictures. "A real enthusiast.", > I thought. Then the man saw me, all decked out with three Nikons > like any city photog and he said Hello. > > Yea, a foreign accent. I introduced myself in passing, still > moving on, and didn't catch his name. (Not being one to suffer > difficult accents, I barely tried.) "Didn't get it. What's > your name again?", I asked. "EISIE!", he said, smiling broadly. > > Holy shit. It really was Alfred Eisenstaedt, on this "Didly" > assignment in my idea of "nowhere suburbia." I was so flustered > that I reshot the whole thing. It ran as a full-page feature, but > to this day, I'd love to know what Eisenstaed got. I've got to > believe it was better. > > There's something to be said about living in the moment without > comparing it to what one imagines it could be. Those moments > accumulate and become precious over time. Just plug away, as > Jimi Greydog recently implied, and the truth, whatever it is, may arise.