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Justin's was a small art gallery in Georgetown. It sat on a side street and wasn't very noticeable unless it was your purpose to go there. Cyn had invited all of her friends and family. Everyone knew Cyn took pictures but no-one, especially Robert took her serious about making this her career. But now was her moment of glory. As nervous as she was Cyn felt like this was her opportunity to show everyone how talented she really was and that she was serious about making photography a career.
In a way Cyn understood everyone's skepticism about her becoming a photographer. It was like anything else people claimed they were going to do and then didn't, but today was Cyn's day to prove them all wrong. When Justin, the owner of the gallery, opened the doors to the showroom and all of her friends and colleagues entered the room there was a sound of amazement. They couldn't believe how professional the pictures looked. Most had expected pictures that looked like they had been taken by an amateur with a disposable camera or something like it. Others didn't know what to expect. From what Cyn could tell they all looked and sounded impressed.
Robert was looking at a picture entitled, "Lost". He had seen the picture before scattered about the table along with other pictures Cyn had taken. It was Foster, one of Cyn's co-workers that gave him a different perspective of it.
"Is she lost?"
"What?"
Foster's question caught Robert off guard. He didn't know what Foster meant.
"The woman, is she lost?" Foster replied.
Robert thought it was a stupid enough question. Of course she was lost. She looked lost, and the title of the picture was "Lost".
"Yeah she's lost, so? You go downtown. With all the one-way streets and crazy-ass cab drivers, see if you don't end up lost."
"No not like that. Look at it again. Look at her face, her body language. Not lost physically as in which way left or right, but mentally lost. The wind has her hair in disarray, and her clothes are disheveled. She's got the big bag hanging off her arm, and she's just standing there. Now look at everybody else. People to the left, people to the right, moving pass her in both directions. She is lost in life. She doesn't know which part of the crowd to move with. Should she move with them? Maybe she should turn left or right away from the crowd and do her own thing. In the meantime the people are like life, they just keep on moving while she remains stuck."
Robert looked at Foster puzzled.
"What? Where in the hell did you get all that?"
"I guess what you see depends on where you are in life. I don't know about you but I've been there, stuck, or making bad decisions about which part of the crowd to move with. I admire Cyn for moving in her own direction and doing her own thing."
Foster walked away leaving Robert to his own thoughts but his words remained, echoing in Robert's head, "where you are in life." He and Cyn were definitely in two different places he thought. Her life was becoming more about the pictures and less about him. All of her attention and focus was on the pictures now. Every conversation was about something she had seen or a picture she had taken. Robert knew Cyn was inviting him to share in her enthusiasm, but he couldn't. Sure, deep down maybe he was proud of her but he was more afraid she would fail. Robert thought the title of the picture was more appropriate for Cyn than the woman in the picture. She had lost, thrown away was a better way of putting it, a career she had worked hard to establish and for what, a hobby.
Robert was sure her success was on borrowed time and it wouldn't last long. He hoped he would be man enough not to throw it in her face when it happened, but he couldn't make any promises.
When the night was over Robert had to admit he was impressed but not enough to forgive her for quitting her job and not enough to tell her. There had been times since then that he wanted to tell her how proud he was of her, but it was too late now. He didn't feel like he belonged in that part of her life. More and more he was beginning to think Cyn felt the same way.
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