No court trial because the prison was right there. Slam, bam, thank you ma’am. Then I’d have had little or everything to take photos of. My resultant exhibit would be seen by just a handful of people – mainly disinterested prison guards and interested prison inmates. It would (of course) be entitled “The Goose Bay Prison Facility: A Retrospective look at Life on the Inside from an Outsider’s Perspective.” The Insider/Outsider wordage would have double meaning, meaning that I always appeared to be ill-suited to prison life.
I’d probably have a good number photos of prison fodder, including several of canned spaghetti. I’d have so much time on my hands that I’d finally figure out depth of field.
This is all speculation because the guard would have taken my flash drive away – a loss because it contains my out of focus photo of him. But it wasn’t a loss because it and the others weren’t all that great.
I’d really like to take another class with another instructor – perhaps at The University of Alaska, Anchorage. Dunno. It’s a long way to go to take a course.
I do feel energized, having spent a day working in a differing art form besides writing. Life was not meant to be a slog. Sometimes we must be able to walk on the water.
Next: 314. 10/20/12: Meeting New Friends