Archives for April 2013

Sure doesn’t look like what it used to be, now does it? Barbed wire and uncut grass under a lowering sky doesn’t a field of dreams make. Maybe it does. I suppose if you listen close enough you can still hear the ball leaving the bat, the ‘gone’ in the swing, the passing whisper of a dream.

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Photos are © Michael Lebowitz – All Rights Reserved

I wrote this awhile ago. It was a much longer piece then but over the years I have kept cutting it back. I think I wanted to make it more universal in the sense that while it is just one encounter between two people in a specific context, the image I wanted/want to explore is the complexity of war for all involved, at whatever distance, for whatever their reasons. Maybe it does this. Maybe not. I thought about it while running this morning because a flight of F-16s flew over head, their approach heard before they were seen. Even in the peaceful morning rain, the terror that is implied in war planes overhead was palpable. I came back and looked at this and said what the hell, maybe time to put it out there.

A War Story

When I saw her this morning I asked her how she was. She is a graphic artist from Yugoslavia and she works in the office downstairs.

“How was your weekend?”

She said she watched CNN just like she does every night since the Peacekeepers started bombing Belgrade.

In that moment she looked like someone Picasso might have met on the outskirts of Guernica.

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Photos are © Michael Lebowitz – All Rights Reserved