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I fell into a hole
that swallowed me up
and spit me out
in places unknown
On the way down
I reached for steady ground
or a root to stop my fall
But each time
my hand came back empty
The minutes,
the hours,
the days
the weeks
and the years slipped by
I crawled around
and felt for something sound
I looked so hard to find me
in the gravel and the sand
~ syd
11.21.10
In the details ~
Details ~ well, that is one of my
favorite words. I love to write. Write
in great detail and I try to capture
that essence of information in my
images.
I want my shots to speak where I do
not. To formulate the words that my
pen has turned over to my lens. I am
all about details and always will be.
From the smallest of elements to the darkest corners. Even the most obvious of a subject's detail should emanate and catch our eye. Though sometimes that detail may actually be muted by shadows, it should still be there.
