| The last image I am going to post from the Saturday morning I became deathly ill. This image saddens me, as do a lot of images I have taken. For that matter, a great many images by other photographers have that same effect on me. I used to wonder why, but now I know. We are recording the loss of dreams. This front porch used to be someone's dream. It was a refuge at the end of the day where the owner would go to watch the world pass by. A place where he or she could collect the day's thoughts and make some kind of sense of the world around them. And then they were gone. No one lives here anymore. They left their chair and who knows how many other memories? Now there is no power, no water, no life to call this place home. Just a dream, now. A broken dream. Funny. I'll bet numerous people pass this old home every day and out of all those people, almost no one thinks about the dream that someone had when they built it. Lost to time, except for this moment, when you and I are living the dream, which will fade again as soon as we move off the page. |
Canon EOS 20D ISO: 400 Exposure: 1/80 sec Aperture: f/6.3 Focal Length: 32 mm 35mm Equivalent: 51 mm Capture Date: Saturday February 14, 2009 11:52 am Flash: Not Fired |
