I Met Miles
I was at Queen’s Park, once again, sitting on a park bench facing a monumental statue of King Edward VII on horseback. I was chanting on my beads when a young man with a professional camera sat down on the same bench, which is beautifully curved and can accommodate 20 people or so.
At one point he came over to me.
“Do you mind if I take a few shots of you? I find this subject to be most interesting.” I agreed to his request. “Just pose as you were,” he requested. He went at clicking from so many angles.
“Where are you from?” I asked.
“Are you freelancing?”
“A student at Ryerson. I’m always looking for unique things to shoot. It’s an assignment.” He clarified.
After some moments he had me move off the bench. I sat under an oak tree, then maple. He kept taking pics like crazy. We kept talking over the course of the shoot. I mentioned something about our warm weather and my going to Cherry Beach on some days.
“For the summer I’ve been a lifeguard there,” he said. Small world. We’ve probably seen each other.
I spoke about my pilgrimages across the US and Canada. He was interested.
“And your name?” I asked.
“Well, you better live up to your name and do some of that cross-country stuff yourself.” I joked.
“I never thought of my name in those terms. Usually people identified Miles Davis the jazz musician.”
“He’s good!” I remarked.
Miles said he would send me some of his photos.
May the Source be with you!