Haiku From Centro Fotografico
Intersecting Cultures Through My Lens
Flowing lines cross stone
Soft and hard intersecting
The way of this world
Straight lines and scratches
Ink stains and marks left by tools
All to leave one’s name
Heart shaped veins of green
Nature’s patterns evoke grace
Now becoming gold
Flowing towards center
Dips and turns along the way
Much like human lives
Focus on center
Center is where life begins
Dreams gather around
An old man’s fingers
Holding immense history
They are old friends now
Making photographs and writing haiku, is a way of making sense of my world. An American in Mexico, finding his way by dreaming in images and seventeen syllables. Seventeen syllables, when all other words escape.
These images were made during a recent visit to the photography museum and galleries . . . Centro Fotografica — Manuel-Alvarez Bravo, in Oaxaca City.
Thanks for reading, and looking. Your comments are gold to me.
To wide open lenses . . . and wide open hearts. — G.E.