Some more thoughts on images and there power,

upon walking down a street lost in a bubble of my own

thought,

I looked up upon the sound of a screech of brakes

at the moment of impact a pedestrian hit by a car,

without camera the only imaging device was me,

it captured the moment of impact

better than any visual aid known ,as the front of the

vehicle made impact, first the legs followed

by the resistance of the body then the moment the head

hit the windscreen ,from that point nothing but the

spiral of a rag doll so high into the air , a grim and

harrowing sight as if a giant hammer had swung its

way out of the sky with no warning.

this imprinted an image so strong on my mind,

but I can not share it with you, I am sure that with

photography it is just a case of come look here see

what I see? or something other

And the decline I have watched both my mother

and now father disappear into a world we all fear that

of altered reality dementia, they stop at a picture

from the past and peer as if through a key hole

at a half remembered other place,

for surly the camera is the only thing we have near a

time machine