The Pictures I Like
The pictures I like.
[] I’ve got a bunch of pictures and I like them a bunch. Some of the subjects are objects and some of the objects are subjects. One has a man and another man. One takes to all fours and the other takes the lead.
[][] Another picture shows silverware in the drawer of a long abandoned house. Reflections between the rusted spots hint at the photographer. Close up a spoon reflects the camera lens which in turn holds another spoon. It’s a different spoon, though, and the point of the manipulation is lost on me.
[][][] One picture is of a gun. One is of a knife. I hold one in each hand with eyes closed and wish for a bayonet.
[][][][] I like a picture with moving parts. Clever folds and creases make a dancing girl wiggle, but image and girl alike get worn.
[][][][][] Another I carry with me all of the time. It's a talkie and shot in the three-dee. Its thick and rich and clear and deep. I wrap it around my head so tight I may never get it back off. Sometimes it makes me choke but then I just relax. And look.