I shot this yesterday while walking down my
street at the Jersey Shore. This young boy, who I don't recognize, was in front of the
storm-ravaged home of a neighbor. I suppose he was visiting.
He shot me a cold, suspicious look when I aimed the camera his way. Only
later, when I returned home and processed this photo, did I realize
that I'd caught him in the act of decapitating a rather creepy looking
toy figurine that he'd probably found amidst all the Hurricane Sandy
detritus. If you look carefully, you can see that he's pulled off the head
of the toy that lays on the ground in front of him. For me, that makes
his gaze all the more disturbing. He appears to be bothered that someone
has interrupted him from his mission. He seems rather unselfconscious,
however, over the act of beheading and partly disemboweling this
grotesque toy. Almost as if making a photograph is an aberration while
ripping heads from bodies is normal.
From my idealist's point of view, it would be nice if we could insulate
kids from all the nastiness and ugliness of the world. But the realist
and cynic (cynics being nothing but disappointed idealists) in me says
this isn't possible. This boy's expression makes me wonder if he's
paying a price -- if we all pay a price -- for not insulating children
better.
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