…and fleetingly, with me.
Much as wind flirts
with tall grass, outside this window.
Much as memories flirt with time,
and hearts, through inside windows.
Look… there she sits… alone, on the dunes.
(a quarter century ago) as if yesterday.
None of these hold still;
except the photograph’s silent story.
“Well tell me then.
Who is it about, when… where… what happened?”
“I am. Look long; at these paper thin slices.
Listen to images as a you do a dream.”
(click photograph for larger view)
Leica M Monochrom, 50 mm Summilux Asph