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Show 10 Garrett. "I want my sister to see where I have been. I want her to understand why I am doing what I am doing." • Ahmed's sister lives in Greece. In Athens. She is his only family, Garrett learns to his surprise, having imagined a multitude of siblings in some small Turkish village. She is married to a Greek, works at a travel agency and has no children at all. At first the photographs are simply snapshots, taken with the Instamatic that Ahmed has apparently had for years. Each day he brings home a new packet of developed prints which he shyly insists Garrett look at. Garrett feigns interest. The first stack is of Ahmed's lab, long counters cluttered with glass and plastic tubing and stainless steel dishes, serious young men bent over clipboards and digital computers, long and complicated formulas covering a blackboard. The next day the pictures are all of the University campus, of students hurrying between classes, shots of older buildings, the square win-dowless library, the botanical gardens, the huge rocks cemented to the ground in front of the Geology building. The pictures are amateurish but carefully composed, impersonal like the photographs of property taken by insurance companies. The third day the prints are drab, of town: shopfronts, traffic at stoplights, housewives and farmers and businessmen frozen to the sidewalks. "I am learning," says Ahmed. "Photography is not so easy like people think." After a week he abandons his Instamatic, buys a much more expensive 35 mm. camera with three lenses and tripod, and a Sony |
