Without words, show him the basics
He steps away
Points my eye right back at me
And snaps a perfect moment
It occurs to me… Sometimes
The best way to see ourselves
Is to hand our vision to someone else
And let them tell us what they see
It occurs to me… Sometimes
The best way to see ourselves
Is to hand our vision to someone else
And let them tell us what they see
When it’s no longer possible
To get an image
With a hand-held camera
I sit down
And bask in the immensity
I lean into the attacking wind
Hold the camera steady
As the battalion of clouds
Advance, malice intended
It’s what drew me
What pleased
My mind’s eye
Said, “There’s something there”
Click
Click
Click
Sunlight sifts through leafy boughs. Green-tinged, it swaddles the room with peaceful rays. Two walls of glass panes open to nature’s embrace. City streets and city worries seem far removed.
“Do you hear it?”
“What?”
“The sound.”
One more step