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Gregory Rogalsky /Rogalsky Photography/Rogalsky Combatives International/[email protected]
Just tonight while out I was thinking that I want to be able to shoot in "any" store I go in.. And to that effect I have started to openly photograph in the my local stores..
Got kicked out of the Wall mart.. but ...that's no big deal ... Wallmart sucks anyways..
This kid was super cute.. just talking to the kid and than she was all smiles.. And than her mom joined and and started to "talk" for her.. A very nice moment...
How many of us will not photography kids because we "fear" the reaction from the parents.
And to me that is really sad..
No one has discussed a situation when the person who dosnt want to be photogrpahed is one of your freinds...
This is the case here.. My pal Don after having his SUV broken into..
In the same parking lot.. I had my car broken in twice and than finally it was stolen from this very parking lot...and I know exactly how it feels..
I lost a valuble Japenses forged/folder sword.. A twin lens Rollie. 2.8 . And several gi's and training swords/knives..
And worst of all my son's football I bought him for his birthday..
Don hates having his picture taken. (candids anyways) . In fact ..He hates it when I photograph other people (candids) , when I am with him as we are going out for coffee after class..
For a long time he never said anything..
But I could sense it bugged him..
He thinks it's incredibly rude of me.. and finds the fact that I dont ask disrespectful..
And I am pretty sure he is embarred to be seen with me.. When I stop and photograph a "peice of art on the ground as I often do..
The situation is complicated by the fact that he older than me.. by quite a bit.. But I am also his Martial Arts teacher. Rogalsky Combatives TM
One time we where going for a coffee before class.and I saw an awsome Tim Horten Cup which I "had " to take a photo of.. ( I am doing a coffee table book of the images of coffee cups I have taken over the years)
Anyways.., So I am shooting this photo.. And I am using the OM-D so I got me face down , eye in the veiwfinder.. And I hear a truck that pulled up and wanted to get by me to park.. Now, I am not trying to be rude.. But I wasnt done getting my shot.. And I dont think I am going to be very long.. So I keep shooting..
While it might sound easy.. It's not like the cup is moving or anything..
Often the exposer is reallly tricky.. especially with digital, so I am bracketing.. And than I switched over to the grainy art settings. And suddenly Don tells... "GREG" quite load and agressive like..
That word.. And the way it was said brings back bad **** for me.
Feeling of anxiousness onness and dread.. As if my dad had yelled 30 years ago. when I had done something wrong.. Like just exsisiting..
To this day, this is why I prefer Gregory..
At any rate..
To piut it mldly.. and frankly, it startled me.. and looked up and saw Don walkig away muttering under his breath..
As far as techer and student relationship . ."Not very good."..
Now what he did, and how he did it has been dealt with.. Since than.
All I can say.. as long time Martial arts practitioner and teacher.. The thing that passed though my mind in that moment. That not in a million years, would never ever EVER talk like that , to my any one of my teacher's..
And now that warm cozy art feeling is dead and gone... And I got the instant cold sweat going..
And as if on cue.. Now the truck revs it's engine .. Like I didnt see the hug shadow of it's impossing pressense and shiny black paint..
Some what satisfied and feeling I could have done more.. I am more or less done..
And feeling a little less artistic after having my student yell at me , in public.. no less..
So turning my head like with an expression of .. I dont think I quite got all of it..
I look up and finally step out of the way of the truck.
It was than the warm feeling came back as I couldnt help notice there is a guy driving and "girl" beside him..
Now, I hate to cause trouble...
, but the girl was smiling at me..
Or just smiling.. How does one tell unless you walk over and meet ?
So I gracefully move from in front of the truck and over to her side..( I move pretty smooth for a big guy.)
And now "I" am open curious to what will happen.. So as I walk over to her window she already has rolling it down..
First thing she say's is..
"I LOVE PHOTOGRAPHY." .
I am not going to go on and on about how/what she looked like.. But I will say she was really beautiful with blonde hair and blue eys's..
Just my type..
AS I draw near.. I couldnt help notice. As I was looking at her eye's her agze was fixed lower.. And she was looking down "below" my waiste where the camera is resting.. and than nodding as if she wanted me to show her.. ..my pictures.
And so I asked "wanna see."
And now she is enthusiastically nodding and reaching.. down for my camera..
I already starting to blush...oo
So before I can even get close, I light up the screen and as she see's the fist picture , she grabs the camera/hand and pulls me in close..
The strap is around my neck, and in her enthusiansim, she pulls me in so quick, I actually lose my balance and hit the door with my hip and I feel/hear the clip on my pocket knife I am carrying..( Rogaltac folder) scatch the door..
I often carry the Rogaltac folder in my left pocket.. and the clip which hold s the knife in place is made out of 6Al4V titainium.. and even though it's slighty rounded . It digs a 4 inch deep gash into the door..
She didnt seem to mind.. And guy the didnt seem to notice.. Or at least didnt say nothing..
(Photo's of the Rogaltac fixed/folder system.. The Rogaltac is the flagship of Rogalsky Combatives International.. My system , my design, my knife.. oo
But before I could even worry about it , her ice blue eye's eye's are on the screen. The light on her face reminds me to how the moths drawn to the lights thinking that this is light of the moon.. ..oo
And with her hand still over mine.. I guide her finger's working the arrow.. As are hands move together.. and the heat from the truck pushes out her perfume. Filling my lungs.. My head begins to spin.. and feel a surge of energy rush down my spine..
And while she is still gazing on the first picture, she goes to the second.. . This one in black and white.. .She audibly squeals in delight. And kind of bounces up and down in the seat.. I can feel my face becoming flushed with blood.. Now she startig to blast throught the images.. Like a stream of flashing images in a dream ..
Now she is relly intently looking as if she couldnt wait to see what was next.. and all the while, biting her finger and she squeezing her legs closed..
She twist the camera sideways.. Now the strap is starting to choke me...
And it shortens my teather.. I am starting to black out.. Now I am pressed up beside her and she is long past the cup images.. getting into images I had taken during the day.. People on the street.. More abstrats.. Images of training..
Shots of the night before.. I am not even looking and now I am starting to painic with what she might see.
My heart feels like it's going to come out of my chest..
As lung full after of lungfull of her heavenly perfume combined with ...her..
With the heat blasting and her so close.. I couldnt help notice how good she smelled..And my legs are starting to give out.
As she looking at the images.. I couldnt notice the lines of her neck.. The way she held her head .. just so..
And while she was madly chimping backwards.. She is ohhhing and Ahhhing.. and saying stuff like "amazing".
Ohhh .. I love B+W
And punctiating with jerks of the strap on my neck..
OMG.. the things it was doing to me..
If at first there was a doubt of senserity ,
She adds with conviction.. "is that someone's face...
No it cant be...?
Oh my god what is that,,..?
I tried to look what she is seeing, my eye's are blurry.. and tounge tied into a knot..
I can't help notice I am visablly begining to salivate, and all I can think of with her wearing that red shirt as the drools goes down my side of my mouth.. .. that I.... I am the lone wolf hunter...LoL hahahahaha
Now she might have been just playing me , but no mattter I was totally digging the vide she is sending out. And I must admit that I liked the fact that she was giving me attention and the admiration. and not him.
In fact she is grinding him hard.. and he right there ..
Why is letting it happen.. Dosnt he know.. my mind is racing..
All I feel from him is..
Burning hate, Hate burning holes in me..
So I finally look over at the guy.. and say straight faced..
Does your brother want to see some pictures..
And with a look I can only describe as wanting to rip my head off he say's
"I am her boyfreind. not her brother.."
. And "No I dont want to see pictures of a stupid cup." .
Now his hands are gripping the stearing wheel so tight .. His knuckles are white...
Now, I know he is thinking that he should have run me over when I was infront of his car and he chance..
"Oh .........I am sorry." . I let out.. Looking back at the beatifull girl.. Um nice truck. Her eye's and mine locked in secret knowing only we share.. LOL
So before I can say a word.. The girl interjects..His picture are not garbage.. It's not garbage.. the ways he shoots it, the ways he see's it's...it's ART..
I just looked at her and raised my hands and eye's to heaven.. and said a little silent thanks to God and Heaven, for the angel he sent me..
mAnd than reached over and touched her arm.. I want to feel her skin. I want to know that is not just a being of pure light and goodness. And just smiled.. And said 'Thank you" ..
I wanted to reach in and pull her close and kiss her.
And as if she can read my mind she closes her eye's and wets her lips..
OMG is this happing, I think to myself.
I stood there looking at her for some time..
At that point, the "guy" disappeared.. into the fog..
And in that moment I wanted to open the door in that moment when he was gone.. And open that door.. marked with with the scratch on it from my pocket knife... And take her home..
And she knew it to..
So I thank her for the kind words about my work.. And reach in for one of my cards..
And than she see's the picture on the card.. "The dream horse" ..
The Dream horse
She see's the photo and let's out a "I love horses" and says.. I love to ride.... I said that horse in a a dream.. Now reading the print..she repeats.. Rogaltacdesign as the guy steps on it..
And she is gone..
About 6 cars down , I see my card get thrown out the window on the driver's side..
I walk over and pick it up and look up just in time to see him pull out and drive the other way..
I couldnt see if she was looking at me.. But I put my hand to my mouth and blew her a kiss..
It was than I saw her hand running up and down the scatch..
And I knew, everytime she touched that mark..
She would think of me..