There is certainly smtoehing different in the way we look at images today given the proliferation of them as you say. I hadn't noticed before I read this, but there is a need to 'find' smtoehing in the older, rarer images that I don't feel when looking at the overwhelming number of current images of people, places, things. There's a mystery in the way some of these older images were taken - the hidden reasons behind them and the lack of posing, that triggers a little lazy part of my brain into imagining the moment they were taken... what else was going on; what else could the image be trying to say?
This is a wonderful poem. Thank you for snhairg it with me. I also received a little package from Australia this week...! (It's the Dusty Hour") I really enjoyed it. It is a lovely little piece of moodiness, evocative of so many fleeting thoughts and emotions. Where I live we are transitioning from hot summer to the welcome coolness of fall. As I reread your poem, I was struck by the perfection with which it fits the spirit of my day today. Many thanks.