Darkroom

In every photograph There is always something Deviating from the truth of the Naked eye Be it black and white Or a shade less or more of Incomplete color A blur of an edge made indistinct Not fit to the precision of a Moment of time There is something lost In the translation of reality to Negative images on positive paper The digital dowsing of what we think We see Nothing is ever as it was Memory itself is riddled with holes And history is always the fading idea Of someone else's Illusion. ~ Laurence Overmire