I photograph flowers (a time-lapse poem)
16 Dec 2008
I photograph flowers
My latest assignment
In a no hard-news environment.
A frame every 25 minutes
to discover the miracle of movement
at the time of projection.
For a change I have time to do it
And even time to meditate about the abysmal distance in time
between each and every frame.
I experience an ephemeral sense of accomplishment and detect all the inner mechanisms
that feed anxiety, boredom and expectation
like a tiny inner clockwork movement
that always clicked,
that I never liked.
One more frame.
At projection speed I will need 23 more to make a second.
Not even half way there, yet.
Meantime the clouds move fast in the sky, it rains, it stops, it rains again and the rest of the world runs as fast as possible in pursue of everything else.
This self-imposed punishment is bound to teach me something,
something I don't even know how to describe
something I could never learn before
To click, to wait, to think, to stay.