I can’t believe that years ago Aidan went off to kindergarten, wearing a bright green North Face backpack, so huge on his back that he looked like a turtle. He’s still wearing that same backpack. Except, it’s not fresh and crisp and new anymore. It’s well worn in now, a little frayed on the edges, and covered in patches from places traveled.
Today, we went in for freshman registration, me and my boy, who is taller than me, both of us wearing our armor to cover our vulnerability. He gets more smart-alecky than normal. And maybe I do too. We become a little like a walking Jon Stewart show, without the bleeping, and probably a little less funny, although we don’t think so.
Anyway, I love taking photographs that tell a story. Yesterday, I happened to be there for a chance meeting, and was able to forever document a beautiful moment. As they say-Priceless.
Boy Meets Girl
And offers her a drink of his mango habanero soda.
She’s obviously moved. And it looks like she might be saying something not so nice, but I can’t quite tell. Hopefully she’s not.
Boy Picks Flowers
Flowers are a little lackluster.
Girl doesn't care that flowers are lackluster. Obviously, it's the thought that counts.
The story ends as all good stories of this genre must; the boy rides home in a haze of traffic and smog, and the girl stays stuck to the wall, because it turns out, there was something a little one dimensional about her anyway. All smile and no substance.