Photograph 4 (series)

by Viola   Feb 16, 2010


PHOTOGRAPH # 4

It is a photograph of a field, the tall grass swayed to one side by the wind, and the blue sky hangs like a still backdrop behind.

The blades of grass whisper under their breaths for release, as the wind pushes them

around, while the ground holds them steady in place, captive - no liberation.

To see is not to know, nor to understand, the image tells us in fragments what we long

to figure out,

like a thief the photographer steals a moment of time and in an act of fraud

brings it to the world.

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