Searching for Moore by Julie Richman

Author:Julie Richman
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Julie A. Richman
Published: 2013-04-02T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

Mia was curled up in Schooner’s lap on her couch, arms around his neck, as they made out like teenagers. She felt sixteen again. All the anxiety from the day was gone. She felt like they were totally on the same page — they still wanted one another after all this time. His hotel reservations had been canceled and he was staying where he belonged, with her. He brushed her bangs from her eyes, “I have something for you.”

She wriggled in his lap, “I know, I feel it,” she raised her eyebrows and smiled at him.

He laughed, “That too. But you’re just going to have to wait on that.” Her eyes were wide and she faux pouted. He took her bottom lip in his teeth and growled at her. How can it just be so easy with someone, she wondered. So damn easy. He moved her off of his lap and onto the couch as he stood and stretched and walked across the room over to where his luggage sat by the door. She watched him gracefully bend down and unzip the outer compartment of his bag and remove a flat package. As he walked back toward the couch, she could not help but admire his athletic grace, there was a fluidity to the way he moved and she could almost see him back on the courts covering the space with lithe ease.

He sat down next to her and smiled, silently handing her the package. She cocked her head to the side, looking at him and took it.

“Open it,” he demanded and she did, pulling opened a tabbed end of the cardboard. Inside was a large envelope and she carefully slid it out from the cardboard sleeve. Mia looked up at him and he nodded, urging her to go on. She opened the envelope and inside was a stack of 8x10 B&W prints.

She carefully removed the photos. The first image in the stack was of a small African boy holding a soccer ball that was half his size. He was smiling and there was a wide gap between his two front teeth. He was standing on a rutted dirt road with thatched roof cottage-sized dwellings in the background.

Mia looked up at Schooner, quizzically. “Did you shoot this?” He nodded, smiling. “Where? When? This is really good, Schooner,” she was looking at him for answers.

“That was shot in the village of Macha in Zambia. I went there the summer after freshman year.”

Mia started looking through the stack of starkly beautiful landscapes Schooner had captured, impressed with his natural ability for strong composition that led the eye around the frame. His portraits of the children were raw, journalistic and pure.

She looked up at him, “You are so talented.”

He smiled, “I’ve wanted to share these with you for a very long time. When I shot them, you were in my head the whole time reminding me about all the things I listened to you say about composition and lighting. When I got back, I had these made for you.

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