-The woman who never gave me her name.
My Dad and I took a trip to Medina, OH last year so I could revisit some of the houses I had lived in years ago. He dropped me off on the other side of the town and told me he would meet me after the Browns lost the game that day.
One by one, I navigated my old stomping grounds, stopping every couple blocks to reminisce the curbs and guard rails that I used to spend hours riding with BMX my childhood friend AJ. Everything seemed so damn small at that point.
Christmas was in a couple days but you could barely tell. Aside from the salt left on the road from the snowfall the night before and the christmas tree in the center square, it hadn’t been as festive as I expected. The lights seemed wimpy for a conservative christian town.
For some reason I had spent most of my rolls of film on photographing the lake shore the day before so I only had one 12 year old roll left. I hadn’t found ‘that image’ yet and I was unsure if it would even turn out being way expired. So I walked the streets looking for someone perfect.
I stumbled upon this woman waiting for her ride at the library downtown. She was the oldest living creature in a square mile, which made her the most interesting subject matter. She was perfect. Quite bleak, I know but that’s why I approached her; she had a story to tell.
After a couple minutes of sharing a cigarette together, I asked to photograph her but she didn’t stop talking to acknowledge my request so I made one anyway. She had nothing to say but she continued anyway and in a split of a second she quickly rushed her goodbye as her ride was pulling up.
I really wish I could have said more to her.
She never even gave me her name.