Trigger Finger

Saturday, September 29^th, 2007

En route to Great Lakes Brewery for a dinner with the inlays. I have been reading up on India during the drive trying to use my time wisely. The weather is so nice I can't help but think of what else I could be doing. Family time is very important to Emily so I swallow my photographic lust to be by her side. Love requires sacrifice – you get what you give.

My wife is one of a kind even though she shares the same genes as her twin sister, Anne. They are both tough women. Anne is a police officer and Emily is pursuing firefighting. I am drawn to my wife because of her deeply ingrained sense of justice and honesty. I tend to get dragged down by the bleakness and negativity that plagues this world. She is my pillar of hope for truth and the good things in life that I should be focusing on but oh so often drift away from and go blind.

It is Saturday night and the wait to get in is long even though Emily called it in half an hour in advance. I had expected it. So with the extra time allotted we strolled thru the West Side Market and bought figs and fresh strawberries for later. I had my camera out and my trigger finger was itching, but there really wasn't anything interesting and worth the film. I silently imagined what the market places in India would be like. I could have closed my eyes and materialized into the future, to India and envisioned the faces, the smells, hear the voices and the bustle of everyday India life that is so alien to my own.

For now my finger rests...

We found a coffee shop across from the restaurant with a movie room, the eastern wall a giant screen. Not sure what the movie was but I set up some long exposure shots propping my F5 on an empty table top and using the self timer.