Every now and again my mind wanders into staggeringly peculiar territory. This type of senseless mental rambling is quite prevelant in hyper sensitive, deeply creatively minded men like me. The other day I got to wondering what a photograph can mean beyond what it visually depicts. This train of thought inspired me to write this.
Pixel party, More than one,
Each a colour, differing sum,
Four four nine, purple blue,
Trapped inside, we are two,
You and me, framed in scenes,
Pixel canvas, trapped in screens.
Little dreams once held a torch,
To the truth, naive, debauched,
Butchered from the here and now,
Pixels pals blaspheme, but how?
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)