Statues
Statues
Statues straddle that line between the animate and the inanimate - there is the fear that they are really alive. Living statues make the confusion even greater, even scarier.
We must have been shopping in town - my parents and my brother - and there was a man in a suit and bowler hat, sprayed silver. Was it a man? Or was he a statue? I clearly pushed my way through the crowd for a better look, between people’s legs, until I got to the front. It was a man. He was a statue.
I don’t know how long it was before I realised my parents were no longer there - and had left me behind.
This entry was originally posted at http://stares.dreamwidth.org/13912.html, as part of my photography blog. Please comment there.
Statues straddle that line between the animate and the inanimate - there is the fear that they are really alive. Living statues make the confusion even greater, even scarier.
We must have been shopping in town - my parents and my brother - and there was a man in a suit and bowler hat, sprayed silver. Was it a man? Or was he a statue? I clearly pushed my way through the crowd for a better look, between people’s legs, until I got to the front. It was a man. He was a statue.
I don’t know how long it was before I realised my parents were no longer there - and had left me behind.
This entry was originally posted at http://stares.dreamwidth.org/13912.html, as part of my photography blog. Please comment there.