That space between the viewfinder and the subject, that three feet to infinity which always startles me, being either too close or too far.
It must be that eternity also resides in that space
I’ve seen those faces from the past
the, oh! take me quick in a picture post look
and in some faces, the book of their life appears.
Sepia’s seeping into all of us,
it’s age following us,
the constant stalker.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.