Through Gods eyes
A photograph could be just that
An image of the all incumbent nature of sense and emotion
Pasted together by colour and light
A woman’s smile
A Veteran’s wrinkles
A child playing
A funeral
A tree
Behind the lens lies a potent instrument a master’s eye much more vigilant
It manipulates the palate and its artificial friend
To draw the truth by it’s reluctant thread to the other end
The Sadness within happiness
The long journey towards maturity
The young soul’s vulnerability
The farewell to flesh
The vessel of time
A photograph could be just that
Pasted in a book to fade and grow older
Forgotten forever
Or something more mysterious and bolder
Immortal
An exhibition in the gallery of the Beholder
By: Nadine Potgieter
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