By yi-ching lin
March 21, 2010
Tags: atlanta, blur, death, dslr, filter, grief, loss, mist, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, poetry, random, trees, window, writing
Category: art, city, nature, structure
6 Comments »
fleeting…
i hold
the sound of Dad’s voice on Thursday morning, when it cracked, spilling the news
subsequent images like routinely-fingered photographs
distance like a shield, an empty room
each hard-shelled day to my ear, fleeting souvenirs
memory of your eyes, evidence of an extraordinary thing, so alive
and oh, how they once held me
i keep holding . 20100321:2143 y
Oh my. This is absolutely gorgeous. Takes my breath away.
“Keep holding” oh yeah. Hi Yi-Ching & Leslie.
Oh what trees these be–so rich in darkness and lurking light..
oh…hm, pine trees.
Very nice and it immediately pulls on a day dream waiting to be dreamed… Lovely…
thank you, all! i took the shot from some frosty morning windows, and it turned out very cool (smile).
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yi-ching lin photography 
i hold
the sound of Dad’s voice on Thursday
morning, when it cracked, spilling the news
subsequent images like routinely-fingered photographs
i hold
distance like a shield, an empty room
each hard-shelled day to my ear, fleeting souvenirs
i hold
memory of your eyes, evidence
of an extraordinary thing, so alive
and oh, how they once held me
i hold
i keep holding
.
20100321:2143
y
Oh my. This is absolutely gorgeous. Takes my breath away.
“Keep holding”
oh yeah.
Hi Yi-Ching & Leslie.
Oh what trees these be–so rich in darkness and lurking light..
oh…hm, pine trees.
Very nice and it immediately pulls on a day dream waiting to be dreamed… Lovely…
thank you, all! i took the shot from some frosty morning windows, and it turned out very cool (smile).