I remember the first picture I took of a fire hydrant. I was camping with family at San Clemente Beach in Southern California in early July, 1994. Some of us went into town for a treat and I had my Pentax K1000 loaded and ready for some pictures. The quaint town was busy, I remember looking at all the out of state license plates and watching tourist buzzing around while locals sat outside cafes and the ice cream shop.
As we walked along the sidewalk, waiving around the other out of towners, I began to search for interesting subjects to photograph. I saw a white fire hydrant, the paint chipping at the corner. Striped black shadows fell across the contrasting white of the hydrant. I studied the light to find a desired angle and snapped my the picture, it would be perfect for my upcoming school assignment, photograph water in an interesting way. I thought I was being clever.
This picture became a favorite of mine. Not only because the contrasting light and dark of the picture was kind of cool and drew me in, but It held memories of a family vacation.
After that family vacation, It seemed everywhere I went I started to notice the fire hydrants, and they became a fun subject matter. As I have become familiar with fire hydrants, their purpose have taken on a personal meaning. They are more than just a water source. They are a rescue from danger, devastation and fear. They are a precaution that makes me feel safe, it’s there just in case. They are often over looked until we need them and then it’s a blessing. As I look back on my life, I see many fire hydrant moments. I am often reminded of these moments from family and friends that know me and send me random text messages that include pictures of fire hydrants. I love these random text messages reminding me of those moments when I needed to be rescued, or warned to be cautious, and need to feel safe and to know I am blessed.
I find comfort, blessing and happiness in fire hydrants.