To the old man in my photography class
The class hadn't even started and you already stood out to me. The one old man in a group of teenagers/twentysomethings. But it wasn't because of your grey hair or your countless wrinkles, it was your bitter scowl. The way you didn't even have to look at anyone to stare us all down. Regardless, I still sat down two chairs away from you. Something no one else had dared to do, yet. We weren't far into the class and you had already proven my first impression to be spot on. When the professor asked us if we had already taken pictures before, you immediately jumped in and had to ask whether taking pictures with phones counted, because you didn't think so. Now, this is not the thing that I want to talk about. That's a discussion for another time. I want to talk about what happened later on, when we were talking about the reason for taking pictures. Once again you jumped in right away, though this time, your response almost moved me. You said that since you wer...
