An Obama-Inspired Photo Bucket Brigade
I am accustomed to the image of desperate people handing their babies to firemen -- or, if not accustomed (for how often, really, do we witness something like that?), then at least familiar with the iconic image. But I wasn't prepared for what I saw firefighters doing during yesterday's concert at the Lincoln Memorial.
Three uniformed firemen were atop the red truck of Engine Co. 18, which was parked on 17th Street between the World War II Memorial and the Washington Monument. Dozens of people were thronged around it, their arms raised, cameras in hand.
You see, standing 10 feet off the ground, the firemen had a great view down the Reflecting Pool to the Lincoln Memorial in one direction and over the tops of the massive crowd at the base of the Washington Monument in the other. People wanted the firemen to snap a photo for them. Up and down, up and down, went the cameras, the firefighters leaning over and carefully grabbing wrist straps before hauling them up.
I asked one fireman, from Engine Co. 27, how long they'd been at it. He looked at his watch. "Since 11:30," he said. It was 2:30. For three hours they'd been doing this odd bucket brigade act, constantly taking pictures. What can you see from up there? "Everything," he said. "It's a wall of people."
"Just push the button," a person would yell. "Both sides!" -- meaning both directions down the Mall. "You have to wind it," said someone who had handed over a disposable film camera. "Y'all gonna be professional photographers by the end of the day," said someone else.
The crowd was in semi-orderly lines, inching forward as the firefighters took their shots. We were all a bit giddy. It suddenly seemed important to us to have a firefighter take a photo, no matter what the photo would look like. It was the thing to do.
One man, tired of waiting, started to fall out of line. His wife gave him a dirty look and he got back in his place. She wasn't leaving without a firefighter photo. With our arms raised toward the firemen, we looked like baby birds demanding attention or starving villagers eager for a bag of rice flour.
Finally I reached the front of the line and handed my camera to Dino Johnson, of Engine Co. 27. "Have you dropped one?" I asked. "Not yet," he said, pretending to juggle my 7.1 megapixel Canon Digital Ixus 70. I've posted the photos he snapped for me, just a couple of the literally hundreds he and his colleagues took yesterday. If you went down, how was your experience?
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