School buses in the fall. What does this image bring up for you? You might find your story here.
Susan says, “The story here for me is about field trips. Remember those? You and your classmates were herded into buses for an exciting adventure away from school. Different rules. Different agendas. Different environments. I remember a field trip to a local museum. I’d been there before so I my expectations were very low. It was very small and dark, the collection drab. But there was a completely unexpected encounter with a curator. He was a tiny man, as drab as his collection, but HE had done the collecting. He was a walking talking store of adventure stories. We all stuck to him like glue as he told us how he’d collected shrunken heads in New Guinea and Native American war bonnets in North Dakota. School buses: for me they are filled with wonderful memories of finding the unexpected.”
Lucia says, “Moments before making this photo I was I was engulfed by a swarm of excited children on a field trip. Maybe they were excited to be going to the art museum or the history museum or maybe they were simply happy to be doing something out of the classroom routine. Whatever the reason, I could hear them from a distance as I walked along the park blocks. I enjoyed the crescendo as I got closer to the crowd and the peak of high-pitched voices as I walked through the swirling mob, then the decrescendo as I walked on. I could still hear the kids in the distance when I approached the line of school buses. The waiting buses made smile. They so obviously said, ‘field trip’, that had I not walked through the lively bunch of kids, I would have known they were around somewhere. I captured the line of buses to do exactly what happened to Susan – remembering her own unique experience on a school field trip. Hopefully, the children I can still hear resonating in my mind, had a day to remember.”
