ABSTRACT
To my right side, kneeling on the ground beside my bare feet, is a young man. The man holds a large camera with an intimidating lens to his left eye. He pauses, re-positions his crouched body, and reframes a potential shot. Standing monumentally still, I stare down into the lens until the tension of our mutual stillness is almost painful. Through the silence of my gaze, I defy him to take the shot.
