To whom does this moment belong
When we are all experiencing it at once?
Just from different angles
And perspectives?
I take a photo
And the moment rolls on
Becomes the next one
And then some
When they exist
But their minds are stolen away by distraction
I take this frame
And deliver it back to them
Some other time
When they are here for it?
But then,
will they ever be here for it?
Regardless
I’ve stolen it with a lens
Captured its fluttering fragile beat within a camera
Painted it the way I remember
Glad
That I was here
*from the races a few years ago
Kate, you always have a way with words. “Captured its fluttering fragile beat within a camera
Painted it the way I remember.”
Poignant, powerful, perfect.🤍🤍🤍
Thanks Karla, I am really enjoying my photography at the moment and finding new ways to challenge myself through projects that take me out of my head and into the company of others.
Kate, you’re welcome. You and I are alike in many ways, my friend.🤍
there are a few photography blogs I follow including Bridgette ; I like your observations, Kate and I respect what you do: my photography is limited to my phone —
The phone is so capable now John, I take a lot of photos on my phone too which is why I set the challenge – so that I would use my lovely cameras more
okay: you’ve inspired me, Kate; I’ll be on the lookout for photo opportunities —
Look down…and up and into – poets are always making mental photographs it’s just a matter of capturing the ones that you can share with others
I’m starting today, Kate 🙂
Excellent, no time like the present moment John!
Indeed. So well expressed. And somehow the photo, because it is precisely a “moment,” and a moment of ordinary life, too, not even a spectacular sunset, is the perfect accompaniment to the song. ❤️
Thankyou 😊