Glimpses....

Photographs capture a tiny glimpse of an existence.
The sound of their voice etched into the answering machine.
The humming line of static, but they don’t pick up the phone anymore.

Videos project an essence of their lives in motion. Tinkling laughter echoes as they throw their head back, hands shielding their sparkling eyes from the sun. Eyes that no longer reflect the light.

Fleeting moving moments can only be replayed by pressing the rewind button while real life is in fast forward. Onwards we go into the future and memories are what we cling to.The stories of their lives are a steady candle burning and the slow healing journey is cold rain dripping down a window like tears.

Words by Becca Starr (White Owl)

Glimpses....

Becca7

Joined March 2009

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