I took this picture, as I sat on my beloved front porch, at about 6pm on July 4th.
It’s not a great picture, I don’t have that elusive “capture the light” magic that great photographers seem to posses without effort.
What do you see in this picture?
Maybe friends playing ball? Broder’s ridiculous outfit? The somewhat shabby house in the background?
This is what I see: the back story, the details the lens can’t catch.
The valedictorian of a local high school.
A kid who struggles. academics just aren’t a strength. But who can relate to others on the deepest level.
A kid who does just enough, and not a bit more.
Kids whose parents immigrated here not so long ago.
Kids whose parents immigrated many generations ago.
Kids who hold tribal cards, whose parents had no need to immigrate.
Kids who live in sketchy parts of town (mine)
Kids who live in the nicest parts of town.
Kids who are going to elite colleges.
Kids who we going to state colleges.
Kids whose paths do not include college.
Kids whose parents have advanced degrees.
Kids whose parents maybe finished high school.
Kids whose parents are blue collar.
Kids whose parents are “professionals”
Kids from single parent homes.
Kids who have lost a parent.
Kids from homes where both parents work.
Kids from homes where a parent stays home.
In this picture, I see America.
And it is beautiful.