Top Hat- by gumbootspearlz
I am your first Kodak camera, capturing the Kodak moments of your Life. I point and take the image, I am uncomplicated to love, but you have to use me sparingly and can’t take too many pictures for films are expensive and your parents won’t let you waste film. They yell at you if you cut off heads, take images only of feet saying “What On earth are you up to can’t you take what’s in the frame” not realizing this is your first foray into art and that this is your frame and one day you will take images like, feet and hands, walking every texture of earth, stone, gravel, soft soft grass, hands scooping up water, scooping up sand and sifting it through fingers, your models are your children whose first Cameras are digital see they can snap and snap away at feet, flowers, soft toys in elaborate poses and then edit them. However,they like on computers and they even do stop animations ofdinosaurs eating robots on the lounge-room floor.
30 years later I am your latest love, Digital SLR, I am your sepia, colour and Black and white eyes and your dream to capture Cairn Bird Wing butterfly perched in fingers before it feeds on nectar of a vibrant red plant. I can Take still like frames of every movement of your daughter on a trampoline, your son bowling to his Poppy and his Dad and I capture sunrise and sunsets
better than you ever did before. Oh how Monet would have loved Me, dawn and noon and night, and Vincent even too, who I imagine Would send me to capture poverty and Crows out in the fields. Now Everyone can capture snapshots of family and sunrises and sunsets But the tool is not the be all and the end all, because there is still the Choice in the subject, what you put in backgrounds, and capturing memories in raindrops the back of a helmet, or in a mirror and even now the Artist calls to you to push the image to the envelope in the first Choice, and says
“Come with me my love. Take a top hat for a walk in the sunset and make it a a story about a lost groom in the sand, watch out for crab holes and ripples and lie down on your stomach to be the crab scampering on the sand.”
© June Perkins, all rights reserved.
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