Colormewrite's Blog

Blink and you’ll miss it

Or capture it like the shutter of a living camera

Holding memories on the canvas of gray matter

Images interlopers hop scotching across lobes

Eliciting smiles and cries

From birth to last breath their play never dies, despite the lies we try to infuse them with

The picture can not hide the subject within its frame

Color it though you may-its truth remains the same