Written November 16, 2015
Lit in the vast night
To cast out the fright
Memories flood forth from filed photos, fastening my face with a seasoned smile
Each picture reawakens something sleeping within my mind
Something buried deep and idle, a memory to find
Images beget images; some digital, some robbing my thoughts like a criminal
I take photos to capture a moment
I review photos to relive and own it
I take the tinkered thought and task myself with tallying the times that tend to touch me;
Taupe skies and summer flies
Lived lies and cheerful cries
Apple pies and paisley ties
Wistful sighs and long goodbyes
I capture countless castes of things
Cause that's how you make immortal things
When the great Columbia is all dried up,
And the Space Needle's fallen to nothing but dust,
When commercial jets are obsolete,
Plants replaced with cold concrete,
They'll be remembered
They'll be brought back
In memory
And in memory
They'll spring to life like gaslights.