sue.h
3 mornings
There is something of the collector in all photographers. We are collecting memories, collecting people, collecting things we have seen and admired.
Things we have wanted but can never have:
∞ A fancy watch that slips onto the wrist with ease, winds with a shake, yet never manages to keep time.
∞ A lover with jet black hair and eyes that light up when another woman — not you — enters the room.
∞ A grandfather clock that has lived through two great wars and numerous French presidents with barely a scar on the polished old wood.
Some of us collect landscapes. We collect the changes in light and shade, collect the seasons, snow, hail and sun. Sometimes we wonder why we have this compulsion to gather up a landscape and file it away in a drawer or store it pixel by pixel on a hard drive.
Then time passes, our lives move from one phase to another. We no longer see the lover that never was ours. Instead of a watch of a grandfather clock we settle on a phone that reminds us of meetings, anniversaries and parties and keeps accurate time. We move away from that landscape.
But we have not lost. We can take out our collection any time we choose, and embellish it with memories that make our hearts smile.
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