I have a lot of old photos and negatives. A lot. Tons. Gazillions. Most of them are not very good, so I’m culling the herd this winter. I hung on to a few black and white photos from my photojournalism classes because I just couldn’t let them go. And lucky you, I’m going to post three of my old class assignments here this week.
This is, dust marks included, the result of two separate exposures on a single sheet of photo paper. Sandwiching the negatives just didn’t work.
TWENTY
People riding trains are nice
they offer magazines
and chocolate-covered cherries,
the details you want most to know
about their recent operations.
If I’d been riding home to you
I could have listened with both ears
but I was on my way away.
Across from me
there was a girl crying
(long, silent tears)
while an old man held her hand.
It was only a little while ago you said,
Take the seat by the window,
you’ll see more.
I filled the seat beside me
with my coat and books.
I’m antisocial without you.
I’m antiworld and people too.
Sometimes I think
I’ll never ride a train again.
At least not away.
— Rod McKeun