Well with Autumn fast approaching this seemed a very appropriate read for this point in time. I love the descriptions you used for both the photographed memory and the image of fall all around :)
To think the instamatic was revolutionary in its day. Cost a fortune in film mind you. Mostly through posing, and the sixty second wait for development.
Being a photographer, this metaphor really hit home for me. The idea of "capturing" something, but never being able to fully capture with the lens the moment that we see with the eye - we can come close, but being there and feeling it is just so different. This is the same with experiences and subsequent memories, being there - in it - we feel and know the depth of things, and then there is the after, that raking "across his consciousness" feeling that always leaves its mark. Well done...I truly enjoy your work.
cameras were so good then..Not this junk carried in shirt pockets as a phone apt. Snapshots weren't made to be spontaneous but deliberate. "Posing by the golden tree", with background mountains smiling". Last
night my cousins 7 year old son, took a snapshot with his Samsung galaxy 7 of his mothers feet........wtf..
Memories of the remote past are quite like captivity. We feel helpless for we know we cannot go back and live those moments again, happy moments which now bring sadness.
Love the way you have written this piece. Keep writing.
gorgeous imagery, of long lost love's
nostalgia. Amazing use of word weaving, it's sensitivity
Kisses one's psyche. quite an elegant write
Thank you for sharing ~ X - barrie
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you, barrie...you are kind with your review.
i'm getting schooled in fashion this morning ..had to look up Pendletons ..very colorful!! killer closing ..felt jagged acorns scraping across my brain ..ouch! it is becoming fall isn't it? favorite time of year .. "Instamatic" opened memories straight off ..Instamatic, Kodachrome takes me back!
love those last two lines .. fickle moon indeed
E.
Mention of the Pendleton jacket brings back a plethora of pleasant memories for me, worn with pleated skirts and starched white blouses; always a sign of autumn. It is the snapshot memories that become those dear as we grow older, and allow us to remember them when we choose, perhaps on a lonely night while watching a Harvest moon, or the glow of logs in a fireplace.
Lovely thoughts my friend, really quite nice Instamatic flashbacks!
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you for your visit and your words, Sheila...
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..