Ever find yourself minding your own business, then noticing something eerie or lovely or unusual or jarring across the room? I had to have surgery yesterday (no big deal… I'm fine). While in the waiting room at the surgi-center, listening for my name to be called, this scene presented itself to me.
So, of course, I photographed it.
When the nurse came to fetch me, I suddenly remembered why I was supposed to be nervous: what if I wake up during the procedure? What if I don't wake up at all? As the drugs kicked in, and I started floating away, I thought back to the photo I had made in the waiting area just 1/2 hour before. And then I started thinking… at my funeral Eddie would say my wife photographed right up until the very end, and then he would unveil the last photo I ever made. Everyone would break into applause, fighting back tears.
Funny where your thoughts go with a little Valium running through your veins.
Thankfully, I get to unveil the image myself. And I'm happy to report that there will be many more pictures to come.