The Un-Made Photograph

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        My un-made photo graph is of my friend Joe and I running to catch our flight from Tasmania back to Melbourne. We are both in high toped hiking boots smeared with mud and we are carrying large back-packs with sleeping roles tied to the bottom and flip-flops hanging off the sides. We had spent the last many hours in the Museum of Modern and New Art in Hobart, the capital of Tasmania. We had become so engrossed in our experience there that we had only remembered to leave for our flight with a half hour to spare. This museum remains the most engaging modern art museum I have ever set foot it. When we finally got out of the museum and got a taxi to the airport, we could see our plane on the runway, and we made a futile attempt to catch.
       I would like to have this photo because it was a deeply funny situation once we had gotten over the shock of our very expensive mistake. We had become so enthralled by the art in the museum that we lost track of time, and by consequence we had lost quite a bit of money, but we had an experience together and with art that I won't soon forget. This was so funny to me because it was such a direct reflection of the state I found myself in while we were traveling, a state where relationship and experience were more present and important than time and money.

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