LifeWatch is about capturing those little moments that would otherwise go unnoticed. Finding beauty in the mundane. Sometimes funny, sometimes sad, often enlightening...
He looked so suave. He was so calm, cool and collected, with that french fry dangling out of his mouth like Humphrey Bogart in an old 1940's movie. He looked over and smiled with his eyes, as if to ask 'hey, aren't I cool?'
Yeah, man, you're the coolest 2 year old I've ever seen.
With their car window up I can't make out the song that the young girls seem to be enjoying so much. I turn away towards the car on the other side of me. He seems to be their backup drummer.
He's barely tall enough to reach the folding table, but it doesn't matter. He's acting as if he's 10 feet tall. He's 'Mom's Lil Man' and he's tackling the towels all by himself.
When was the last time a mundane task made you feel important?
She's dwarfed by the two mountainous trainers showing her around. One aims the tree trunk he calls an arm in the direction of a bicep curl machine and gently describes its use.
She self-consciously holds her rail-thin arm as they walk off.
They came in their orange vests, joining the others who were already sitting down in their orange vests. As they waited for the counsel meeting to begin, the front rows turned orange. They came to make a statement, they came to say "yes" to a project, they came seeking work.
I'd seen them both before... at the gym, shopping around town, somewhere else perhaps. I would say 'hi' except they don't notice that they're in the middle of a crowded room. They only have eyes for each other.
The woman fumbles through her purse, while the blue vested teenager waves the same item over the scanner time and time again. In a single graceful move, seemingly well rehearsed, the little girl reaches up and a pack of gum falls onto the pile of items below.
A beep.
The woman and teenager look up. At what? The price? Each other? The little girl?
The dad crossed the street with his three boys in tow. His hair and face, just different heights. Then he met up with mom, the stroller, and the two girls.
I hummed the Brady Bunch theme as I drove around the corner.
The cashier banters about with a waitress behind the register, as I walk up to pay my check. Taking my money she puts the bills down on the counter and mixes them like a bowl of pasta. "Do you want to see me have a conniption fit?"
He's too engrossed in the paper to notice the lone sausage evading his wayward fork. Read, poke, read, poke. A quick glance and a focused stab yields success. The sausage never stood a chance.
The young guard, sitting alone behind the tiny desk, isolates himself by looking down instead of up. What is he thinking about? The sport score, his homework due tomorrow... or...
He stares a little too long. He seems to have forgotten to lift the barbell. I don't think he knows he's still in the gym. I wonder if she noticed too.
She shifts a little on the bike and wipes her neck with a little white towel.
The Bentley pulls up along side. His arms flail about wildly as he yells on the phone. She sits there, staring ahead, looking tired. From the opera perhaps? Tired from years of frantic phone calls? Or just tired of the silence?
