PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL:What is the process by which a place becomes just space?
How long till the energies fade?
Do they float among dust motes?
Do they make the floor creak?
Can one spot them as they glimmer,
Too indistinct to have a name?
And that moment, waiting for reply,
Is it still suspended there in the silence?
Can these survive a hundred seasons?
Can a photograph catch and hold them as they vanish?
How keen is the edge of what lingers?
How hollow the pull of what's gone?
4 comments:
Your Ideas are really Great !! I am happy to know them..
Hi Ted! The Farmhouse is surely improving, as I'm doing the return trip from #4 towards #1..
Time to relax with a visit to a museum? Blogtrotter is at the British! Enjoy and have a great holiday season!
I've made the visit. Brit Mus. is one of your very best posts. Thanks.
Thanks for stopping by Unseen. I love your views of India.
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