It’s opening night of an art exhibit, the artist is on her feet, greeting guests as they filter in, then moving from guest to guest, chatting, entertaining them and acting every inch the quintessential hostess. It’s a scene I’ve seen in countless films.
I never really thought that I’d be part of a scene like that, and not even a movie scene but in real life. The feeling was surreal (apologies to my friend Jay who so hates that word). It was like watching a movie and being in the movie at the same time.
But, of course, in that surreal scene, I’m not the artist greeting and laughing with guests. That artist is my daughter, Sam.
With her camera slung over her shoulder, my eyes followed her as she moved about. She doesn’t like being photographed, but Speedy suggested that I do it anyway from a distance without letting her know. And I did.
And those few photos I took are like stills from a movie. The girl can work a crowd and it was nothing short of mesmerizing watching her do it. This is the same girl who was so shy as a child that she refused to sing and dance on stage during those countless school programs. My, how she’s grown.