Summer(y)

I'm trying to refocus. I've been thinking about work. I've purchased a new compact camera in the hopes that it'll jump start my thinking about photography. I find that I'm reading more. I'm buying more books.

I haven't had time to write about Argentina. Once the weather becomes cooler and I have more time to sit in front of my computer I'll dig back through my memories and share a few stories.

On Saturday I went to see the Paul Taylor Dance company at Lincoln Center. We sat on the aisle. The night before, we were in the front row. That night, we could see the dancer's faces, but not their feet. People would sit, complain about not being able to see the dancer's feet, and then move. Throughout Friday night's performance, the woman beside me held her hands to her face, blinding herself to everything but the dancers on stage.

Before the performances, the dancers took to the stage to warm up. It was amazing to see that which is usually in the background, performed backstage, suddenly in the foreground. We watched as the dancers stretched, ran through steps (their faces concentrated masks; their music concentrated in their heads, delivered via ipods), clipped their toenails. As the hour drew near, the dancers would disappear one by one until the stage was bare. Then, two custodians mopped down the floor.

Friday night, a storm threatened the performance. Some people thought the lightning was flash bulbs. Plastic sheets were unfolded to cover the electronic equipment. The dance started, and the clouds held. The storm broke as I stepped into my building.
Posted by eku at August 7, 2007 3:27 PM