Waiting...

This week I looked at a photograph that was quite beautiful: then I read the caption. The line that disturbed me was, "the orphans are lined up along the railroad tracks, and are told to await food--that never arrives." What a grim image, how awful, are the only words that come to mind.

This picture is so absolutely artistic and stunning, but what it is about is the complete opposite. I asked myself, how could something so beautiful be about something so horrible? The very first thing that popped into my head was, oh they are waiting in line for something. I love this picture so much because it is such an accurate depiction of almost everyone.

We are all waiting for something: death, a baby to be born, a promotion, to get married, to graduate. We are all "in line". The caption that describes the picture is so disturbingly true. Told to await food that never comes...

If you take the literal meaning of the words, it is a sad thought. Maybe everything we wait for, in reality, never comes. But I took this to mean a different thing. I know in my life I sometimes wait for things to come, on occasion these things are not necessarily good or bad, they are neutral. Sometimes I wait for a "boyfriend" (because I am a girl, in college, and think I need one- stupid really), sometimes I wait for someone to come and talk to me. We all are waiting for something, but are we waiting for something good and justifiable? Are we waiting for a "good" reason?

Salgado, Sebastião. Migrations: Humanity in Transition. New York: Aperture, 2000. Print.

Salgado, Sebastião. Migrations: Humanity in Transition. (Pamphlet) New York: Aperture, 2000. Print.