Capturing the snapshots of time demonstrates the memories of yesterday, today, and tomorrow

By whose arrangement are they ordered?

By what predestined fate gives its meaning?

The images present a collage of scattered dreams, hopes, and desires

From riding on the backs of rebel causes, enslaved pleasures and prophet’s redemptions

Often lazy eyes shift the cameras view out of focus

Too much false postulating causing doubtful insecurities

Or a lack of proper lighting finding it hard to distinguish one’s face

There is a rush to grab the meaning of the message trying to take hold

The fleeting moments escape then reappear into the silence

Beckoning for your understanding and acceptance

Wanting the caring and assurance needed to invite you into its world

There is a flash of deep yearning and anticipation for what can be guaranteed

Filling the dark recesses of the lens’ eye

By what definition can the scope of one’s truth become valued?

By whose recognition restores one’s vision?

The backdrop of the picture’s horizon sets the tone and brightens the coloring of my perceptions

Welcoming a long lost friend once ignored and resented

What emerges now is a clear beauty that surprisingly and undeniably shows itself again as me