I see more than I saw when I was there yet I wished just as much of the embracing love to be shared with one and all. It was on a walk alone for an hour that I found myself in a banana tree grove. In an instant I was enveloped by an invisible force and I turned myself around, looked up and slowly down. I experienced an awesome envelopment like a physical vortex though its lightness rose in me a spiritual well-being. Whatever it was, I returned to find the spot. Unfortunately, I could not.
Back in the days, Kodak made a fortune. Folks like me were intrigued by the loveliness of moments, and we lived to their motto to capture “a Kodak moment”. I had the least expensive one on the market; it was my delight to pick and click at the right time the image, the color, the spirit that held the magic. If I could choose today what to become in my life once again, it would have been to learn to use the best camera, become a professional photographer, and serve my wares to National Geographic magazine. The world has always been smaller in its grandeur as I had the honor of meeting an unforgettable young lady who did just that for a living. Her parents were the Baldwins and they lived across the street from us. In retrospect, she herself would have been a beauty to behold in a photo as a prize. She sublimely moved to speak as she smiled demurely. I can’t remember her name yet I think Angel would have been fitting. To take in what one beholds in admiration is to embody respect in appreciation.
We hold images of our loved ones in the midst of joy, and the photographs remind us of how swiftly the moment embedded in the memory eventually sheds light on the empty. The missing misses the joy. Nonetheless, we frame them, we carry them, we revisit, we keep them as tokens of our love. Photographers have the skills of artists though theirs depend on the eyes to find the shadow and the light. Their canvas moves unforeseen. Today the advanced technology may skip the old time steps yet the photographer must be there in full force to know the angles that will be there no more in an instant. The beholder must still be led by spirit, a feeling, a sound in flight, a dot on the line.
When the above photograph came developed, I remembered where it was taken. I wondered how it related to that strange phenomenon experience. I studied it. I showed it to anyone I saw had an interest. Some saw what I saw. I have looked for a quote to recapture the possible symbolic experience in the banana patch. My photograph of the photograph does not do it justice, and the intent here is to tell the story.