Photography as Language

Every flash
exhales a story
inside a frame
outside our lives

Interpretation
of what we see
always different
through other eyes

Seeing something
once removed
yet standing closer
to a moment that happened
when we weren’t there

Feeling an element
of what it was
might have been
we’ll never really know
but still create for ourselves

The beauty of language
that nobody learns
speaks in silence
we all hear

Pictures bring us in
keep us distant
experiencing what isn’t
our own reality
but somehow understanding
another one
in another way

Arty11

 

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