I woke up early this morning. It was raining.
I took a shower, walked down to the café and ordered a large coffee, and a sandwich, to-go, because I thought I was in a hurry.
It turned out I wasn’t. Plans change, that’s life.
No longer having any obligations for the earlier part of my day, I went up Main Street, coffee in one hand, Rolleiflex in the other, looking for a dry place to sit down for a little while.
I ended up under the bandstand, and relaxed with my not quite strong enough coffee. It was somewhat hazy out, and the silvery light provided by the clouds above was a good enough reason for me to open the viewfinder on the old Rollei, and see what might be hiding right in front of me.
I took a few frames, with only the quiet, rain-slicked streets as my subject. These aren’t the sorts of photographs that one makes because they are “amazing” pictures by any account, but they are the kind of photographs that, if one does have a camera on them, should be taken, if only to record the memory of such a serene and motionless moment.
Preventive photography. For one’s own sanity and soul.
I take them because when I wake up tomorrow, and walk down to the café to order my large coffee that won’t be quite strong enough, and flip the viewfinder on my Rolleiflex or Hasselblad into place, I’m not going to see the same thing.