Thursday, February 24, 2011

Fading

She volunteered,
while paging through
my images of snow,
to throw away the out-of-focus ones.
"Like this tree," she said,
"it's barely recognizable."
But I stubbornly resisted,
knowing it was shot
from a speeding car
through a wet window
and a storm;
knowing I could see it,
even if my camera could not.

This may well be the shape
-- as my eyes grow dim with age --
of things to come;
of all that I will come to know
and will no longer have the tools
or the words
or even an urge
to share...

1 comment:

Maureen said...

I tried to listen to your reading of this but the link doesn't seem to work.

I know some photographers who deliberately blur their images for effect. Your words about this one are tender and moving.