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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