Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Photo I Shouldn't Have Taken

We were in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Amish country, and we wanted Amish food. Fried chicken, pressure cooked to seal in the flavor. Rich mashed potatoes. Apple pie topped with mounds of brown sugar and cinnamon. American food, but far more flavorful than anything I can cook.

Another couple accompanied us. We ordered chicken pie. Chunks of chicken, potatoes, peas and carrots smothered in a light-brown gravy, topped with a flaky crust. We feasted on bread, apple butter, mashed sweet potatoes and more. After paying the check, we went outside. Took pictures of ourselves in front of a horseless buggy decorating the grounds. That's when a real Amish buggy passed by.

We tried to capture it with the camera, but it caught us unprepared, so with jars of apple butter in tow, we got in the car. Before we could turn onto the road, someone spotted another buggy.

"Hand me the camera." Though the buggy was a city block or two away, it was in my obscured line of sight, so I took the point-and-shoot, and as discretely as I could, I snapped a photo. It didn't work, so I raised the camera, zoomed in, and took another shot.

The buggy got closer, and only then did I see the black bonnet on the driver's head.

I'd taken a picture of a woman in mourning driving down a country road in the midst of golden light.

She turned her head away as she passed the front of our waiting car, but it wasn't necessary. I'd already lowered the camera.

I take pictures. It's what I do. I love to capture scenery. Moments in time. To share them with others. I wanted a photo of the horse and buggy, not the person inside it, but I may have caused someone discomfort and pain in doing so. She'll never see this post, but she still has my apology.


Bonnie S. Calhoun said...

The Lord will forgive your faux pax. You are respectfully contrite. god bless my friend.

Kimberli said...

Thank you, ma'am.

Ane Mulligan said...

I think it's more the personal photos of faces they object to, not photos of their buggies.

But what I want to know is how one pressure cooks fried chicken. It sounds like an oxymoron.

Kimberli said...

Thanks, Ane. She was coming toward me, so I got her face on. I was so wrapped up in trying to get the photo, I didn't think about that.

It does sound like an oxymoron, doesn't it? But I saw someone from Yoders Restaurant near Abbeville, SC do in on the Travel Channel. I can barely cook, so I can't explain it. But if I remember correctly, the chicken is placed in hot oil in the pressure cooker, and the lid closed. Then something magical happens and delicious chicken is pulled out. It isn't healthy, but it's good.