Cameras and Me
I have been through cameras with films, Polaroids, flash cubes, the lot.
I have enjoyed every camera I ever had, recording people, always a plot.
Most of my first grayscale photos have faded into a weird kind of gray blur.
I once had a dark room in my home, where creepiness of all kinds would occur.
I never felt like I was alone in there, as I was working with fluids at my sink.
Sometimes I could feel another in there with me, always wearing pink.
This house is haunted, I told my husband, after I developed my film into a scene.
There were often flashes of orbs and whorls, most of them pink, one time a green.
My husband said, just get down in the grass and get a good one of the cat.
This is my daughter’s favorite photo of Peepers, who could not be where she was at.
She was stationed at Lackland Air Force Base, learning to be a soldier during a war.
I am glad to say she is safe now, and gets to help me sort my photos, numbering 200,004.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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