he was still in a moving world.

i experienced a beautiful moment tuesday night but i found myself not quite knowing how to grasp it or how to experience it.

i sat down outside of this food place in westwood at around 8ish. the lights from both the fox theatre and the bruin theatre were flashing and bright, and people were passing by left and right. the cars honked, sped by, stopped and started. i sat and i watched, and as i watched the people pass by i found someone else watching. i guess you can say i was watching him watch the world. he was sitting on a bench at the corner of the street, his face lighted by the theater lights, legs folded, paper and pen in hand, watching and writing. while at the same time i was photographing the people around us. and what struck me as...meaningful i guess you could say was that as i was capturing these faces with photographs, he was capturing them with words. this man made me want to stay there forever, just so i could witness him creating the world with a pen and paper, at the corner of the street.

what really got me was the way we would meet eyes at times. we both looked at each other and it was as if we both knew...something. we both had the same purpose; to create. to create something meaningful, or beautiful, or just to capture something. it was a beautiful moment, that i now regret not taking full advantage of.

i stayed there for about two hours when danni (my sister) called me to come home. i had to leave, and as i walked closer i wanted to say something. something meaningful...or a plain, simple "hello"...just something. but i walked past him, and as i did i felt his eyes on me...but i continued to walk away.

i came back to my sisters apartment, went onto the roof, put on "fade into you" by mazzy star on my mp3 player and sat and gazed. it was then that i realized that this is one moment in my life i will remember and regret always. i walked away and i didnt say anything, when i wish more than anything, that i would have. i walked away.

this is my photograph of this moment.