By yi-ching lin
March 5, 2010
Tags: art, dslr, loss, manhattan, moments, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, poem, poems, poetry, random, union square
Category: art, city, nyc, portrait, structure
6 Comments »
unmeasured…
there are these unmeasured moments when i not so much as forget, but stop bearing in mind, that you have gone.
imagine going into the store and filling up the cart, only to recall that there is one less to shop for —
somewhere, someone is polishing each of these moments, lovingly, like bullets . 20100301:2308 y
‘bullets’–now that’s a forceful word choice full of certain allusions and nuances… hey–it’s looking gray here.
gray backdrop…(smile)
for sure!
that is a little haunting
welcome back, Otto. hope all’s well on your end of things…
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yi-ching lin photography 
there are these unmeasured
moments
when i not so much as
forget, but stop bearing
in mind,
that you have gone.
imagine going into
the store and filling
up the cart, only
to recall
that there is one less
to shop for —
somewhere,
someone
is polishing
each of these
moments, lovingly,
like bullets
.
20100301:2308
y
‘bullets’–now that’s a forceful word choice full of certain allusions and nuances…
hey–it’s looking gray here.
gray backdrop…(smile)
for sure!
that is a little haunting
welcome back, Otto. hope all’s well on your end of things…