The kinship felt by being close
Without touching
Even among strangers
It’s strange to live day after day
Without the physical nearness
Of another human being
Fucking virus
The kinship felt by being close
Without touching
Even among strangers
It’s strange to live day after day
Without the physical nearness
Of another human being
Fucking virus
In that instant of friendship
The camera records a kind of kinship
Which is eternal and universal
I think every photographer must know
We are all much more alike
Than we are different
Faces and life stories
Pedaled by
Captured in moments
Of pixels
Then a camera
Pointed back at me
Capturing a moment
Of a moment being captured
Our cameras lowered
A smile, a laugh, and a wave
We four strangers
In a moment of intimacy shared
A shawl
A dress
A woman
Old?
Yes
An old woman
Blending into the landscape
Now gone
Faster than you’ve read this
And soon enough
Forgotten
I don’t need to look very deeply
Or with much intimacy
To know the beauty
Of every living being