Still frame, single shot.
Minutes become hours.
One thousand words
in an instant.
Soft shadows play
between petals.
Arms up and out
like a child
for its mother.
Your children
have no one to
reach for.
Mother reaches
for her son. Strength
in youth, in family.
It’s okay.
You smile in sunlight
long after you’ve gone. |
| Photo by Cooper Beasley. I love you Granddad. |
In lieu of art in this exhibit by others, I will be including photos I have taken in the style of my Granddad's photography.
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| The Old Well in Fall |
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| Granddad loved flowers. |
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| Chapel Hill in the Snow |
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