A wintry fog wrapped itself around the Pigsty as Patrushka and the Pondering Pig returned from their travels seeking a new home. Wearily Pig climbed down from the gypsy cart, unhitched Fred, their trusty pony, and clomped to the front door. A note was pinned to it.
“Eh, what’s this then?” (Sometimes Pig affects the accent of a Midlands coal miner when he thinks no one can hear) “Dunna see why some people have to leave notes when we’re tired and wants our soup” He stopped as the words swam into focus.
“Patrushka, Patrushka – Nitsa has come to call! And no one was here to give her tea.”
“Perhaps it’s just as well, Pig – there’s nothing in the house but cabbages. You don’t offer a princess photographer cabbages.”
Cardinals popped out of the bushes screeching for suet in the bird feeder, but neither the Pondering Pig nor his beautiful companion, also a photographer of some note, paid any attention.
How many questions they longed to ask Nitsa. Perhaps they could have asked them, and not just sat politely with teacups rattling on their laps, inquiring about the weather at the palace.
How does Nitsa sign each photo so neatly in tiny little calligraphy? Could she show us how?
Why does she leave a little black edge around every photo? Is it to show she didn’t crop it – like Diane Arbus used to do? Or just to look neat?
But, most importantly – where do you buy that special lens that sees behind the apparentness of things to reveal their archetypes, stereotypes and pure humanized essence?
Nitsa’s pictures resonate with this trembling peek behind the curtain of what is. Like that photo “Open 24 Hours”. Taken this year yet showing the way the world looked in 1955. Or “The Man in the Hat” – Somehow Nitsa took that picture in 1924. Does she really have a lens that sees into other times?
Patrushka and the Pig were just hoping she would drop by one day when the cabbages has been boiled up into a wholesome soup fit for a tired traveler into the mystery of things.
“Well, Old Ponderer, perhaps she’ll drop by again one day.”, Said Patrushka. “Meanwhile, flip on the computer. Let’s download these images and have a look at what I’ve been up to out in Penn’s Woods…”