Cello Memo

I’m fairly certain the scrap of thought scribbled in the dark means Celluloid Memories.
 
I don’t videotape events anymore and I pawn the bulk of camera work.  I used to diligently save precarious moments for posterity.  I quit, because I wasn’t saving them for myself.  My memories of events I’ve actively recorded are only the act of recording. My view is filtered through the lens. My focus is composition and focus.

Is the flash on?
Is everyone in frame?
Are the batteries getting low?
Heisenberg’s principal is uncertain.
 

I reminisce with my pictures and boxed images…and wish I’d been there.

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