Last Saturday (Sept, 8th, 2012), Carline and I went to the Kissimmee Civic Center to see our President, Barack Obama. We arrived around 10am. The Civic Center was to open at 2pm. Needless to say, Carline and I got a nice tan from waiting in line.
We are not a political couple, though we talk about current affairs when we get a glimpse of it in the news or when a friend from a social network expresses his opinion, but that day, we decided “why not”. The convention did not start on time (surprise), but after waiting over six hours (mind you; we only had breakfast at 9am), we felt a sense of awe. Not a fanatical awe, but the sense of being part of a timeline that is part of our history. We were no longer observers, but participants, and it has instilled a newfound appreciation for what it is to be part of a change, and I’m not alluding to the democratic mantra, since, democrat or not, change will be in the works by our new president, whether we agree with it or not. It will still come.
At the end of the day, I was left wondered how great it would be to be a the White House staff photographer capturing powerful images that depict history in the making. I wonder.