Friday, April 16, 2010

three favorite images of yesterday

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1. in the stairways of an apartment building, somewhere in tel aviv. there she is hanging, looking down at me. good morning frida.

2. in bus nr 40. a woman in a cowboy hat and something very tight and white on her body. she is licking a bright red, heart shaped lollipop. for almost half an hour with repetitive long licks. the lollipop didn’t seem to get smaller. it is glittering in the sunlight. by the time i finally decided to sneak a picture of the woman with the lollipop, she stood up and left the bus.

3. in the northbound train. the typical looking business man is sitting in front of me. neatly, buttoned and somehow still ( the end of the day) ironed shirt, clean shaven except for a little, symmetrical goatee. he has a suitcase for his laptop, a newspaper, and his mobile phone keeps ringing. ‘meetings here, papers there, finding the solution, customers in italy’ and so on. at one point he takes out a squeezed sandwich from his laptop case. packed in kitchen paper, two slices from a loaf of bread, with purple jam in between. the jam has created pretty spots on the paper. something about this messy, yummy looking sandwich and the neat man really amazed me…

6 comments:

Jael said...

Fina observasioner:-)

s said...

du har upptäckt Poladroid....

annika said...

ah Frida can make your whole day!

sarapirat said...

yaelian, det var dom! :)

s, nja, fast för ganska länge sen. dom har funnits med här på bloggen till och från det senaste året. funderar på att köpa en riktig igen. det är ju så kul!

annika, hon är fascinerande. har läst några böcker om hennes liv...vilket livsöde.

outi said...

i liked these little stories, they drew a picture in my mind. like i would have been in that bus or in the train too.
and those characters..
i must say i enjoy observing people in public transport too..

Schanett said...

when I read these stories it was as if I would have been there... and it makes me thinking of being more aware while getting around and not forget the little stories the life is offering to us...