Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Pictures

A couple of weeks ago, Keetha wrote about pictures that she has in her mind rather than her camera. On Monday, I discovered this sort of picture for myself. Even if I'd had my camera handy, I wouldn't have interrupted to take a picture.

Two men on the porch of an old house in an old part of town.
One black, one white.
One old, one young.
One in a wheelchair, one perched on the railing of the porch.
One deeply involved in the telling of a story, one leaned near, listening quietly.

I saw them for just the second it took me to drive by and I wondered what brought them together. What story was being told.


5 comments:

Keetha Denise Broyles said...

I LOVE this picture.

Amazing to see my name in print, and it not refer to me at all. I STILL cannot get used to that after a lifetime of being the ONLY Keetha I know.

Keetha said...

Keetha, I know what you mean!

This post is great - thanks for sharing that "picture." I can see it, too, and now I'm wondering about the story.

Dawn said...

My name is not Keetha... can I still comment?? :)

That is an awesome picture! You always have had the ability to paint one with your words!

David said...

Missing you and home more this week than most. See you soon.

dd

Jocelyn said...

Oh, I'm liking the picture of David missing you right now.

The process of collecting mental snapshots takes up much of my day, so I love this.