Permalink to this Image | Gallery of Rachel's Works One Essay Response vasilina says: January 23, 2018 at 11:30 pm The bus stop in Guatemala, in what appears to be a rural place or the outskirts of the town depicted by Rachel Tanur, presents a scene both familiar and extraordinary. In the photograph, the familiar and the strange call one another into question. The singularity of the arrangement is preserved, although the objects and people coming together for a brief moment have long dispersed. It is a recognizable scene: people at a bus stop, waiting. The bus stop is a "nonplace": if a group forms there, it is not for a place itself but merely in order to get somewhere else. This is so perhaps for everyone except for a woman selling food. For her, it is a place of work. Thus, the same location is differently inhabited or, un-inhabited even if frequently visited. It seems like it is an evening: the dying light is illuminating the hills and buildings. The people waiting for a bus, therefore, are likely to be returning to their families—from work or from a trip to the town. Whatever their final destination is, people in the picture form a momentary community united by the fleeting solidarity of those who are caught, for long minutes, in a dull process of waiting for a bus. As we keep looking, the details begin to emerge. The seller of food holds a white mug while she is cooking food up to quick grabs. A dog walks by, not very far away from the source of appetizing smells. The dog remains near humans; the animal makes this little community “a multispecies arrangement.” The viewer encounters the scene unwrapping as depicted in countless locations throughout the world. As I am typing these lines, and the reader is making words come to life by reading them, there are people all over the planet waiting for a bus to take them where they want to be or need to go. Yet we seldom pause, even for a second, to ponder peculiarities and unrepeatability, the inconsistent consistency of the ephemeral arrangements around a bus stop, at the shop, at the market, on a park bench (some other plots of Tanur's photography). Even in a country foreign to us, during travel, the novelty of these daily experiences wears out quickly, and the traveler stops noticing things woven into the fabrics of the ordinary and the mundane. But the unusual, the fresh, and the spectacular emerges out of the density of the everyday. Stories pop up around daily entanglements, struggles, and celebrations rather than come from official grand narratives. It is hard to suspend the practices of looking one has been habituated into. It is easy to forget that we will never see this exact little world again for it will disperse in a minute. It takes an effort or an event, to disentangle oneself from a flow that allows us to keep omitting things. Photography can be an event disrupting a continuity. Photography forces us into seeing. In a split second, a photograph pushes the viewer to recognize what makes a daily experience an unrepeatable agglomeration of colors, textures, shapes, forms, and rhythms. Splashes of pink—the plastic basin and the object in the background—compose a visual rhyme. A hat and attire of the man “playing himself” in his daily life stop the gaze and beget all these questions about ordinary life that we have no way of knowing but wish we knew: what is his profession? How old is he? What is his childhood’s dearest memory? What did his mother tell him last time she saw him? Where is he going? Where is he now? Every detail comes to live, vibrant and significant. Even a sign with a white drawing of a bus in the blue square acquires a sense within a composition. The sign is marking the space, in fact, it is making the place the bus stop, for the participants of the scene and for a non-present viewer engaging in the delayed “participant observation” on a great distance, of space and time. A castellated fence is reminiscing of medieval fortresses. The sun goes down. You must be a Rachel Tanur Memorial Prize applicant to submit an essay response.