honorable mention
Scott Rossi canada
title
Time Lost, Found
Go-karting is my constant struggle with time. While I obsessed with finding time in the smallest of details, trying to close the gap to the driver in front of me, a time in my life slipped by me. At seventeen, when I realized go-karting would not turn into a car-racing career, I could only look back at time lost. I imagined the moments I missed in my childhood–the birthday parties, the friends, the girlfriends¬¬–with a yearning for what else my life could have been.
After finding photography, I had an urge to return to go-karting and document the sport. Viewing the sport through the eyes of the young drivers of today, I have noticed that they too may not notice the time slipping by them. In constant pursuit of a dream that few turn into a reality, the drivers can appear to have clouded views of what their future may be. My only wish is that, for those who will not make it, they are able to realize the potential they may have in other avenues of life sooner than I did.
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entry description
One of my earliest memories is when my father came home with a baby-kart when I was five years old. He gave me a helmet, and he tied a rope to the back of the kart, so he could jog behind me as I drove up and down our street. I could not race until I was seven, but my father faked a birth certificate so I could race at the age of six. The next twelve years of my life were dictated by go-karting.Go-karting is my constant struggle with time. While I obsessed with finding time in the smallest of details, trying to close the gap to the driver in front of me, a time in my life slipped by me. At seventeen, when I realized go-karting would not turn into a car-racing career, I could only look back at time lost. I imagined the moments I missed in my childhood–the birthday parties, the friends, the girlfriends¬¬–with a yearning for what else my life could have been.
After finding photography, I had an urge to return to go-karting and document the sport. Viewing the sport through the eyes of the young drivers of today, I have noticed that they too may not notice the time slipping by them. In constant pursuit of a dream that few turn into a reality, the drivers can appear to have clouded views of what their future may be. My only wish is that, for those who will not make it, they are able to realize the potential they may have in other avenues of life sooner than I did.
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