Yes, I realize that the world is taking far too many pictures.
Yes, I realize I will probably never match up all the photos I take of the same thing everyday. The difference is imperceptible, yet I am riveted by the changes and the similarities.
Because everytime I DO go back to my previous pictures, I am happy. Whatever images made me happy that first time allow me to revisit the shapes again. Look again and again until they become familiar and part of my mental art gallery.
The Blue and the Red which pop when side by side, outside of a favorite theater.
Sometimes the shapes or the colors no longer speak to me. But the ones that do, the ones which catch my attention may even be more glorious than the original, real life image.
Just this morning, the reflection of leaves on the pond, and the bottom still visible. And Green leaves with Red stems, and blue in the background, not of the sky-but of the steel and glass building behind it. Almost as good as the sky.
Yes, I realize I will probably never match up all the photos I take of the same thing everyday. The difference is imperceptible, yet I am riveted by the changes and the similarities.
Because everytime I DO go back to my previous pictures, I am happy. Whatever images made me happy that first time allow me to revisit the shapes again. Look again and again until they become familiar and part of my mental art gallery.
The Blue and the Red which pop when side by side, outside of a favorite theater.
Sometimes the shapes or the colors no longer speak to me. But the ones that do, the ones which catch my attention may even be more glorious than the original, real life image.
Just this morning, the reflection of leaves on the pond, and the bottom still visible. And Green leaves with Red stems, and blue in the background, not of the sky-but of the steel and glass building behind it. Almost as good as the sky.
