Where my camera looks, I look, into the tangle-wood of other’s lives. Snapping their misfortunes, photoshopping their mistrust, airbrushing beauty into their moments of ugliness – this is my life.
My camera never lies, only me. What would I sell if I turned my lens around? This pocketful of patience. This flask of cold forgiveness. This plastic bag of humility scrunched around my fist.
These things aren’t newsworthy, yet I wrestle with my camera everyday. One day I’ll flash its light into my soul. One day I’ll discover who I really am.
But not today. Today the rent is due.
Love how you decribe your camera…what if the camera points the other way? Great question to ponder.
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Thanks Zeal4Living, for reading and commenting. I hope your pondering is productive.
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Wow. I have taken a few pictures in my life. I can tell you do too.
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