Behind a picture (1): The man of the porch
Most of the time, there is no great technical skill or breathtaking scenery. In some cases the value of the image is simply in the story, and having gained the trust of the owner of the story. Other times there is not even a story: it is just a person and an expression in a natural environment, without artifice. Liberty, Pennsylvania, June 28, 2017 Like almost every encounter of this bike trip, we met the man of the porch because we were looking for a place to sleep. We could have camped by the river: there was a suitable, authorized and free campsite. But the problem was the train that every hour, including those of the night, passed by the opposite bank. The night before we had already suffered it: the long, loud crunch of metal accompanied, as if that was not enough, by a very strong horn. «Not tonight,» we had decided. We needed to get a good night’s sleep, so we got away from the road we were on, which was next to the river, which was at the side of the train tracks, to the village of Liberty. We got deep inside, until we were sure that …