Why was she dancing? No reason. Just alive, I guess.
Kevin and I met at summer camp over ten years ago. We hadn't spoken in years until a mutual friend happened to mention my photography to him. Camp is a funny place; it's like stepping into a world where everyone seems permanently caffeinated, where being sincere is how to get in with the cool kids, and a sense of unbreakable camaraderie can be built via sing-a-long.
I arrived at Kim's family home in San Jose at eight in the morning. I was surprised to see her dressed and ready when I got there, even more surprised when I saw how many people could fit into the modest living room. After two tea ceremonies, some firecracker-induced hearing loss, a Sonic Screwdriver, a guest appearance from the Palo Alto Fire Dept., team karaoke, and a little dancing, it was closing in on midnight. I had been surrounded by these people going on 15 hours and I had that inimitable feeling of being back at camp, surrounded by the smiling faces of Kim and Kevin's family and friends, full of warm fuzzies.
It is no way to live, to wait to love.
Second Shooter: Megan Zapanta