“Never
leave in a hurry,” my older brother told me. Whenever he
left in a hurry, he explained, he’d always forget something:
his gloves, his checkbook.
The
notion probably came from family vacations when we were
children. Each time we left town, our father would drive
slowly around the block while we all thought about what we
might have forgotten. As we came back by the house, someone
would always run in to grab a swimsuit or let the cat out.
At
our family cabin I was usually the first one in the car when
it was time to go home on Sunday afternoon. Once, however,
when I was ten, I stayed behind to help my mother pack while
the others went ahead to the car. The record player was on,
and I set the needle down on an Andy Williams album to play my
favorite song, “A Fool Never Learns.” I proceeded to dance
around the room. To my surprise Mom dropped what she was
doing, and we hopped and spun together, just the two of us,
laughing and singing, all because I hadn’t been in a hurry
to get home.
That
advice has proved useful to me as a photojournalist. I make it
a practice to linger awhile after an interview and chat about
the news of the day. Many times, by staying a few extra
minutes, I get that golden quote or clock off a candid shot
that ends up being the best.
-- Terrell Williams, “Readers Write,” The Sun
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