Sprout

A picture can tell a story so real in time
You may never know it never existed
Pausing timeless moments for individuals
Frame by frame tears roll down her cheek
Expressing the words she is incapable of speaking
Images of what it means to be overwhelmed by emotion and defeat

The elder man--wrinkled from time--chews slowly to his heart’s beat
Rocking back and forth he harnesses the will to maintain his disease in an effort to ease the impact of their reality
The arm of the clock becomes still while the tick matures to a volume potent enough to drown out her screams
Frozen still
If only for a frame

Camera in hand
He introduced to a world rooted beyond the depths of one’s conscious eye
A place so serene
So sacred
It speaks volumes for souls
Void of vowel sounds or consonants to follow
Precious moments
Held near to a heart

A place that allows me to escape to a realm in which only we exist
My ability remains soaked in the knowledge of a man I once knew
Defined and refined the more I allow the shutter to breathe life
I have become the desire so many aspiring yearn to be
Sprout brought life to a talent that may never have been given the chance to exist
My camera makes me weep
Yet my pictures allow him to live on

My Sprout <3
10/14/2008

Ernest Olds Jr. #thankyou