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I took this picture on my last trip to France (my honeymoon), in 2002. We'd flown into CDG and were waiting to take the TGV down to Avignon. The TGV station at CDG is huge and pristine, with the tracks on the level below the waiting area. I'd been watching this guy from the level above. He was alone down on the platform, except for a station worker (just visible at lower right). The guy was really restless and kept slowly walking over to the track itself, waiting briefly, then walking back and checking the schedule screen. IN all that huge space, the only sound was that of his suitcase rolling along behind him. There was something so melancholy about it.
There are so many things I love about this photograph. I like that it's mostly monotone, all shades of warm grey, with a smack of the primary red, yellow and blue in the corner, then the red echoed subtly in the guy's hand-bag, the blue repeated in the square “voie” sign, and the yellow in the hands on the clock. I like the jumble of linear shapes, and the syncopated rhythm of all those vertical poles, with the curved arms coming off at an angle. And I like that the picture is bisected into two triangular shapes, with the lower left blank and spare except for the guy standing there, and the upper right with all it's busy-ness balancing it. And the little white arrow, just off center, pointing right at the guy.
I printed a bunch of note cards with various of my photographs, and put them for sale at the farmer's market, along with my preserves. No one bought this one; they opted instead for the brightly colored flowers, the heart-shaped strawberry, the candied apples, the carousel horses. The happy stuff.
I used a card printed with this image to send a note to a friend whose father just committed suicide. It seemed so appropriate.
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