Crystallized
Everyone takes pictures
But it’s still a joy to see
Museum exhibitions of
Some fine photography.
Not everybody has the eye
To capture in a print
A moment crystallized in time
Which gives us just a hint
Of someone’s life or else a glimpse
Of scenery or street;
A true photographer can show
Where art and truth might meet.
The camera is the means by which
An image stays alive.
I’m privileged to have access to
Some great ones that survive.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2015
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