The Lost Art Of Conversation

Remember when friends used to go to coffee houses for conversation?  Leica M9, APO-Summicron-M 75mm f/2 ASPH.
Remember when friends used to go to coffee houses for conversation? Leica M9, APO-Summicron-M 75mm f/2 ASPH.

This photograph pretty much speaks for itself, but it really makes you think of those years-gone-by when friends would actually talk when sitting at an outdoor cafe.  How times change.  Not that texting is not a form of conversation, but rather that the “here and now” has kind of given way to the “now, but over there.”  While I walked around the area taking photographs, these ladies never raised their heads to talk to each other.  I guess being there was enough, but that is precisely why I love photography so much: you never take your attention away from what’s around you.  In a sense, everything talks to you in some way, and you never stop paying attention to it.  You see, you listen, and you constantly feel.  It is a visual conversation without distractions.  At least that’s something that the Internet won’t be able to change any time soon.

What Cold Weather?

Even in frigid temperatures, if you want to look good, you forsake the coat.  Leica M9, Summarit-M 90mm f/2.5.
Even in frigid temperatures, if you want to look good, you forsake the coat. Leica M9, Summarit-M 90mm f/2.5.

In one of the coldest days of the year in Washington, DC I ventured into town to see whether there were any brave souls willing to challenge the bone-chilling temperatures from the previous couple of days.  After all, this is a city where a mere one-inch of snow pretty much shuts down the entire metro area (OK, any excuse to leave work is good enough, but still).  To my surprise, while most of the crowds were huddled inside the museums along Constitution Avenue, true fashionistas were out in force, proving that even when your fingers are turning black from the impending frostbite, it is still possible to look good.  Of course, this seemed to apply mostly to to a certain age group (see the photo above).  For those in my age group (no, I’m not telling), quadruple layering was the order of the day.  Patagonia on the first layer, REI on the second, 300-thread fleece on the third, and a windbreaker on the fourth.  Oh, and I almost forgot about that fashion statement thing.  Simple: there was none.