still remains as is, unchanged:
In still motion, history can still be recorded.
History can still be made
with each graceful move,
each marked step.
Against conventions, history
still finds ways to make itself felt
long after the camera
has stopped flashing,
long after the film
has been used up for good,
long after the pictures
have been committed to memory,
to scrapbook, to frame,
to the very hearts of you and me.
Life is a dance & today's events
provides the rhythms
for us to move along to.
A certain freedom keeps us
on our toes,
on our feet most of the time
we're out here living it up.
But what more
could you ask for,
what else could you expect
at times like these?
The photographer
who lives in each of us
knows there's a moment
of time to be captured,
some rhythm in a song
which needs to be heard,
part of a dance which needs
to be seen to be believed.
Our chance to seize the day
is now or never,
to take a moment of our lives
& make it timeless.
The story of our lives
becomes our lives...How well
do I know this,
bracing a camera in my hand,
anticipating the hour when I
shall take more snapshots
of some era gone past as much
as I hope to take more photos
in the present day.
History must be made somehow;
it is up to me to state when
& where it will spring into life.
It is up to me to dictate
when I will stop the moment
I've been waiting for through my lens,
start it up all over again
in a whole new frame.
It is up to me when I will make
the next bold steps known,
however tentative those steps
might appear.
It is up to me
to commit these moments to memory,
so life can still live on,
timeless & truthful.
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