Always Looking for the Eyes
I’m always looking for a face. Eyes. Some type of intimacy I guess. This negative was developed and printed in the darkroom over the weekend. We had visited our son in Japan. He lived in a simple apartment in a small town. In the morning he told me where there was a bakery. I walked by this sign on my way. The eyes caught my attention. So the next day I brought my camera. I got up close. In reality, the sign was small. But for me it was a kind of human contact from outer space: a set of eyes in a circle attached to this ET-like plastic neck and speaking a foreign language. It stood only a few feet off the pavement. I have no idea what the lettering says. It seemed to be a warning sign to keep people and vehicles out of a bus parking area. It watched me every day when I walked to the bakery.