sharp edged shards of scattered colour
brought closer to focus with each sweeping blink;
collected densely in haphazard piles to be sorted
matched
overlaid
considered
the lines intersect and the images are soclose
but can't quite be recognized;
in a fluttering grasp, turning them to lens and to light
captivating
treasured
and yet
wholly translucent and one dimensional
susceptible to overwhelming desire and insecurity;
warmth and life imbued by thought itself
slipping
blurred
deceptive
tightening on the idea and the feeling
honing anticipation and recollection into razors;
wiping away the indistinct tenderly, a tendril
sliced
recoils
reconsiders
each fragment replaced where it was, but notquite
to be assembled again with fond anticipation;
when raised ridges of blissful scars have faded
the memories of my travels are my most cherished, the ones that bring me the most joy, and the ones that take the breath right out of my lungs with how painful they can be. I built these prisms out of my photographs from the places that have given my heart its sharpest pangs: sunset over Denali, frost lining the Pitt River, snow in the rolling Kahiltna range, submerged maple leaves on the Indian Arm. An expression of the beauty they carry, the slight sadness they cause me when I think on them, and how I can't quite make them fit together in my mind the way they were, but simultaneously as something so much more.
These photos and words are my own work, inspired by travels all over this pretty blue marble of ours. I hope you like them. 🌶️
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