i have often wondered

i have often wondered what people will think of pictures in the future, when grandchildren ask their grandfathers, "what was it like to take photographs grandpa, and why did you love it so much?" then grandfathers will reply...
my dear child, watch my child, watch the blackness of midnight streak across the film, streak trails of light, and color and noise across my open eyes, until they water and burn with beauty. then time would kneel before my shutter in great wonder and as i captured the world around me, i would gracefully bow back in hopes that time would somehow allow me to continue...because i must find a way to continue through the pollution, through every depreciated street corner, to bring to life what has never had a chance to exist, accept to every dying eye. then the world will rise high like a wave forming at sea, like a crescendo, electing its audience to stand in awe and brilliance. then the undertone of every tree, every house, every breathing soul will cast a glow upon my life, my dreams, my years and my thoughts, however insignificant.
and...then...when the black sky has been captured, stolen from behind its white clouds, then will the world rise high like a wave, like a crescendo, like all that we once held charming.

posted by drew carlascio