Sometimes it’s difficult to know what a blog, journal might become in time. At the moment I’m searching for my passion, to find where it exists and where it needs to go. This year is going to become some what more diverse. For now, here’s a poem from 2012.
A small poem on the creative, cameras, artists, art, crafters of transient words, and their visual texts… Here is just the first part that covers photographers.
There are five parts to the poem, photographers, illustrators/artist, musicians/composers, new/mixed media creators, and poets/writers of stories, all artisans, keepers, and tellers of their crafts.
Where a million words can’t hold
Waking, all caught on an image,
Born of celluloid, to emulsion,
Tracking life’s good & troubled times,
Strong stories lost, strong stories found,
Some to the etchings, life on glass,
living clear to coloured,
living in reactions & connections,
Stories similar, but stories so different,
Making from the tales we live,
driven by stolen pasts long told,
in negative and positive where light evades,
listen to the dancing light the lens has caught,
Where a million words can’t hold,
A past in reverse as moments,
Walking in old places, roaming with so many faces,
Pictures of fresh times like yesterday told…