This one is dedicated to my favorite photographer, Sue Conwell!Photographs bubble up, overflow,
scratching away at the thoughts stuck to the walls of my mind. Cool memories wash over my feet as I dance through the polaroids. For old time's sake, I throw in a Penny for my thoughts and wish this nostalgia was in the past. A shutter comes at the thought of stopping my fingers over the glossy and matte because cheese never made us smile like dancing under the stars did. It was never hard to focus on your photogenic smile, but these still-lifes sit in a shoebox; a pipe-dream forgotten; a reality never captured by lens.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorThis blog reflects the author's original works and musings unless otherwise noted. No part of this website may be reproduced or distributed without permission unless directly linked to this website and credit to the author is given. Archives
January 2022
Categories |