Capturing Savannah by J. L. Krajcirovic Read Free Book Online Page B

the fountain is visible, adjusting the shutter speed you can see details of the water droplets in the foreground and her hunched over form slightly blurred in the background. I shift around the fountain quickly clicking a few more times. Being considerate not to bother her or get her full face in any of the shots.
    I walk along State Street and shift direction on Bull Street entering Johnson Square. A tall vertical structure rests in the middle of this square. There are several banks and businesses surrounding and a hustle and bustle of people walking through and around it. I see two older men sitting on one of the many benches. As I approach they them seem not to notice me. I pull out the last two of the remaining brown bag lunches and extend them out to them. They struggle a little but successfully reach for them.
    “Here is some food for your guys.” I say. “Ok if I take some quick pictures of you?”
    “Alright .” one of them says with a bit of a scratch in his voice.
    “One, two, three, chee se.” I say. Snapping multiple shots one after another. They stay still for me with no expression on their faces. I play around with the angle by shifting a little framing up the tall vertical monument that is behind them as well as other buildings peeking through the trees. I walk to the side of them snapping a few profile shots as I do. I also capture the hustle of other people walking by. Their forms are blurred a bit but for the guys on the bench time is standing still and they are enjoying their sandwiches.
    “Have a good evening guys.” I say. It’s getting close to five o’clock and I think I have some good shots. But I am only a quick walk to River Street so why not check that out real quick too for possible photos. I carefully walk along the cobblestones remembering how I slipped at the beach with David on the rocks and not wanting to repeat that. I take a few shots of a man playing the trumpet with a can on the ground in front of him for collecting money. In the background blurred is the cobblestone street and a few glimpses of trees. Happy with that shot I decide to start the walk to the photo lab hoping I have some time to at least get started on developing the negatives. It’s six o’clock now so I have about an hour before I need to head back to the dorms to get ready for my date.
    Walking I notice several of the run down alleyways like I’ve seen in some pockets of the city. Most of them appear deserted. I know I should keep going so I can get into the darkroom but a shot of one of these alleyways could be good for the project I am working on. I see a striking graphic of graffiti in the next alleyway I am approaching and decide to turn into it. Not sure yet what else that particular alleyway holds. As I am turning in I snap my camera over and over again and then happen upon several figures. I can’t help but notice how young some of them look. A few look like they could have been Jacks age, seventeen. Their clothes indicate that they are homeless along with the fact that they are going through the trash in the dumpster. There is a broken down partially stripped car in the alleyway too which I pause next too. And I know I should get out of there, keep on walking and mind my own business but a shot of this magnitude would be perfect. I pause keeping the distance between us in check. I decide to take a few shots and as I am snapping away one of the guys looks up in my direction.
    “What are you doing there sweetheart?” he asks.
    “Working on a school project to take pictures around the city.” I say.
    They laugh and yell “Fuck off pink haired princess .”
    “Wow . Ok.” I say whispering so only I can hear my reaction. I back up a few steps quickly bumping into the broken down car and I feel a stinging sensation on my leg. I make a move back towards the sidewalk that extends down the remainder of the street and to my destination of the photo lab. As I do I hear footsteps and know I am being