Saturday, February 24, 2007
Ridgetown, Ontario, January 2007
Sometimes, you find yourself sitting in an airport shuttle in the middle of a small town that would easily fit into the parking lot of the average Wal-Mart. It begins to snow, and you think about how depressing it is to be surrounded by strangers far from home on a bitterly cold, gray day.
Then you look out the window and think that the tire tracks made by the locals on their way to , well, wherever look somewhat interesting to the eye. You don't want to freak your fellow passengers out by pulling out your large camera from the hidden space beneath your trench coat-covered legs. But you don't want to miss this moment either, because it reminds you of a lonely silence while moving between places that are somewhat less isolated.
By now, I suppose you've guessed that I risked it. No one freaked. They did smile, however, which was nice.
Your turn: Do you have any images from a small town knocking around your memories? What is it that is so compelling about these scenes, about these places?