This is Philip. He is pretty awesome. He is four years old. He loves punching, German heavy-metal music, water balloons, and hugs. He lives next door and comes over sometimes to hang out with me, though I am pretty sure he comes over mainly to see if I have any cookies.
Category Archives: Portraits
On my first day visiting the Women’s Center that my job here is connected with, I became awestruck with one of the mothers. She is a countryside girl that can’t be older than 20 with a little boy just learning how to walk. I first noticed her bumbling little boy trying to stand up by holding the bench I was sitting on. His little hand-me-down onesie was ripped and dirty; a once white and fuzzy pajama now a brown worn out daily uniform. But standing behind this snotty, dirty, little unstable boy was a very proud mother. She wore a composed and almost regal look, even though she was obviously very poor and maybe without family. I could not take my eyes off of her face. She is probably one of the most beautiful women I have every seen. Here jaw cuts a beautiful line, while the angle of her nose makes the most balanced profile. Traditional cross tattoos circle around her neck, jaw, and chin adding even more character and distinction. I have seen her twice since then and just happened to have my camera with me the last time. Surprisingly, the shy girl let me take her photograph. Because of our language barrier, I don’t know her name or her story. But by photographing her, I was able to communicate with her; form some sort of connection.
Who is Chris Bennett really? I am not sure that I know. I know things about Chris. He is a wonderful musician, an excellent cook, well read and learned. There is a deepness to him – one which I have only skimmed the surface. I like this about him. He holds your attention and keeps you guessing. What an interesting man.
I remember seeing Mary Margaret around – at coffee houses, at sojourn, at shows – and thinking “man, I want to be that girl’s friend.” She just looked so cool and interesting. Well, I was not disappointed when I finally met her. I can now say that is girl is not only my friend, but a sister.
Mary Margaret has some amazing idea in that pretty little head of hers. Check out her blog Fly Away Fox.