I walked out of the exam room, spent and unsure of myself, unsure even though I had been thoroughly identified. Every ten years most doctors have to renew their vows, so to speak. This is done by taking a five hour test in a cubicle in a testing center on a computer. No more sealed booklets and bubble sheets and pencils. Now it is palm vein readers for identification. I thought: if they only knew what my palm was saying right now, but the little reader couldn’t get past lining up my palm veins with the worry lines on the digital photo of my face. So there I was, lined up, in a line, staying in the lines of my life, taking the quiz. When I finished, I grabbed my camera and told myself I was going to find someone beautiful.
And I did. They found me, actually. Brittney and Mark were posing for shots in Pioneer Square in Portland, taking advantage of the twinkles at the holidays, taking advantage of love and the energy between them. They needed someone to take their picture. We traded cameras back and forth, and they were their good-looking selves for my photo, which I like a lot.
It’s a little thing, but I can’t deny that I made my intention to find someone beautiful to photograph. I could have said interesting, troubled, whatever. It’s not magic. I was looking for what found me. I am observant. I put myself in the way of beauty and it rolled over me. No complaints. I left for the drive home feeling like I had finally accomplished something for the day.
This picture is #5 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page