clear definition/elaborate

photos are haikus.

snapping a single moment

out of context, if you do the math

maybe you could add up a lot of them to be 1000 words

alone they do not say much. Sometimes

they are so silent you have to stare to

believe they are real.

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Lyana

i’ll take a minute to talk about

the pale angel that visited my sandy world, sat in my sunshiney shade

for hours, we just

were

tossed in the flash of water waves,

headoverhandsoverface

gasping, limbs all tangly salty

little urchins fluttering from our crouching shoulders

the razor marks on your thighs gleaming in the beachy sun

my bracelets jangling over my hidden wrists

your clipped wings fluttering in the oceany breezes.

those white white hands, that could capture pieces of the world I never saw

everything in your lenses flickering.

you said the trick was not in the plastic and metal clicking

the paper editing, but completely

in the subject, in the natural composition flowing

that you, had to be able to see.

I had a little baby hope, candle dancing

that you maybe perhaps could possibly

see me the way you saw the world

the way you translated your visions onto film, brought into

perfect simplicity

darkness into light

the hidden in the open.

and all of it beautiful.

Photos

I wrote a fairly long post about how I’m trying to figure out why I don’t particularly like getting my photo taken while hypothetically tying that to my childhood abroad, where I was constantly being pointed out and my time in India, where passersby would take my photo all the time. Then I realised it was probably one of the most self-indulgent, over-emphasized pieces I have ever written and deleted all of it.

 

I’m still working on being comfortable around cameras. Yes, maybe it’s because I really don’t like being singled out. But I’m working on getting over it, and hopefully sometime soon I will have honed my modelling skills to perfection. (Like that will ever happen.)

 

This post is a bit out of the norm, but since we’re covering everything under the sun, let’s end on a paradox:

This was taken by my favorite person in the whole world, in a hotel room, while I was texting someone I love, on an amazing weekend which happened to be one of the last times we were able to spend quality time together in Uganda. 

This documents love right here.