I have just returned from a visit with my sister and her husband just outside Boston. While I was there we were all able to meet up with my father at a bookstore in Cambridge where he and his wife gave a reading of some of their new work. I took a couple of pictures, but felt very uncomfortable doing so. After refection I discovered it wasn’t the act, but rather the subject. There was nothing spontaneous and the observing seemed to draw the attention of my father, something I didn’t want. In fact, he pointed it out to the small audience at one point–very off-putting. Our relationship is difficult. His own narcissism has progressed as he has aged and he either contradicts what I say or disregards it. If I think of him as an old man with difficulties and not my father I have a better relationship.
The Robert Frank show is up at the Metropolitan in NYC. I have plans to go in later this month…I think on the 21st. I hope to spend the day looking through the viewfinder and trying not to try too hard. I’m lucky that I am an avid walker…The soles of my shoes are well worn. I’ll stay out of the park: too much wide open space.