eventually something catches ...
catches my eye...
that flower on the corner
the garbage on street
the butterfly sitting on the pavement
the sun creating shadows on the green grass
something catches my eye and I stop...
stop and pay attention, pay attention like a photographer should...
I catch myself...
I catch a glimpse of that man at the table reading his paper and drinking his coffee. he doesn't see me, I watch him, he's entered my head, but I've not entered his.
what's it like to be a part of someone's mind you aren't aware of.
I want into their minds, their lives..
I want to know and feel how they feel...
I catch a glimpse of the woman sitting in traffic next to me singing, I can't hear the music or even know if there is any?
I catch a glimpse of Tim slipping into the shower, the glimpse of his naked body.
the glimpse of his underware peaking out of his pants
the glimpse of her bra sticking out of her low cut t-shirt
the thong outside her low slung pants
I catch a glimpse of the woman littering like no one saw, the man tripping over the sidewalk, the dog pooping on the rose bushes..
the glipse of the world passing by...
stopping for that moment to take in the quietness of an empty apartment.
I leave the lights off and sit in darkness.
the man across from us pulls his blinds - he's only in boxers.
I don't see anything, he doesn't see me.
Inspired by the poem The way things work by Jorie Graham
This week's Photo Friday challenge is "Tranquility"
Posted by stef at August 13, 2004 12:47 AM