Behind my eye

The stage was set. Lights and cameras were ready and waiting for Barack Obama,the presumptive democratic presidential candidate, to appear. The Silverado High School gymnasium was packed. A sense of almost gitty anticipation could be felt through out the crowd, the crowd I was stuck in. Obama's visit to this Las Vegas, Nevada high school was my first opportunity to cover a political event and I didn't have a press pass. I walked by the press booth in envy as I was escorted to behind the stage, where the general audience sat. It was the usual set up, general audience set up between the stage and a massive american flag. This is great for the cameras in the press booth, which could capture the candidate and his supporters together in front of the symbol that is America. Great for them, but it made things difficult for me. Along with having to constantly see Obama's back, the main source of light was pointed towards the front of the stage, making it difficult for me to get a decent shot of Obama during his speech. In spite of all this, I kept my eye on the viewfinder, telephoto lens pointed towards the stage. I wasn't expecting anything, but I figured since I'm here I should atleast keep an eye on the main attraction.

Then I noticed something. Obama would turn towards the audience behind him periodically, and in doing so, his profile glanced the spot light in front of him. I snapped a shot everytime he turned, and they turned out to be very high contrast, almost noir photographs. Out of all the frames I took, this particular one stood out. His identity is clear, with the light clashing up against the details of his profile from his face to every finger of his hand. His posture is that of someone who is attempting to mesmerize, and mesmerize he did.