Time to wander the archives. Tonight a poem about who or what really gets captured in a photograph.
Whose soul do you capture
Hidden behind the smoke and mirrors
Of your camera lens
The soul of your subject
Should she be brave enough
To let her eyes speak truth
The soul of your fans
Mesmerized by your unique viewpoint on humanity
The soul of the artist
Shines through every composition
Every chosen shadow
Every directed focalpoint
The hidden shared collective soul of human suffering© REDCAT
Snapshot captured for eternity
Inspired by the photo, a conversation this week about early reactions to photos and cameras, and feeling of strong kinship you can get from certain photographs.
I also felt I had to include the picture from the pantry as it’s one from the beautiful Old Town here in Stockholm.
I love rambling walks trough it’s twisty streets and alleys.