It was apparent that Jesse had autism. He slumped in his seat, unsmiling, and looked no one in the eyes. He was quiet, seemed unhappy, and hardly alert to what was going on around him at the dinner table. Conversations included the weather, bridge repair work, ripping down the Tower (an old radio station tower that was abandoned by WPTI in 1998) on the opposite end of Templeton, and recent movies at the box office. I wanted to reach out to the kid in any way that I could. My heart broke for him, and I wasn’t really sure why.
Jesse finally spoke about half-way through the meal. He brought up photography and asked a few questions regarding my career. How did I learn to take pictures? Where did I get my camera? Did I always want to be a photographer? Do I only take pictures of weddings? Even
