Too young to be, yet is. Careless with no regrets, the one with the beautiful smile and milky white skin, Bright eyes open to the world, Hair that glistens in the sunlight, flowing alongside the tangled grass in the wind that whispers the secrets of the world. She stands and listens to the world waiting patiently for the sun to sleep and to turn off the lights in the world. Young and free for a moment she wishes it could stay like this. All at once the world is still. The grass no longer sways and her hair no longer flows. The sun still and the wind quite with no secrets to whisper. Yet her hair still glistens in the light of the world. The world still as if time had stopped forever. One moment, not even a second, frozen forever in a bright white flash. Trapped in a box to remember and cherish that one moment.

Some eyes see nothing other then what it shows, others see it all. They see all the sorrow, pain, love, happiness, need and regret. All the smiles, tears and the laughter frozen in that moment and though you can’t see it, it is true. She is that memory, she is that moment. I know not who she is or how she came to be. All I know is she stands there in that moment frozen, never moving forward. Trapped in time and only she knows how that moment felt. For now, she is frozen in time along with the world in a moment that can never fade in that photograph.

Response:

This is a visual response I wrote to show how I view the picture. I started out writing what I saw in the first paragraph. Only I wanted it to be very vivid description of the picture. I wanted people to imagine what it would like like and what it would feel like to be that little girl. If you read the first paragraph you notice I don’t call it a photograph at all.

All at once the world is still. The grass no longer sways and her hair no longer flows. The sun still and the wind quite with no secrets to whisper. Yet her hair still glistens in the light of the world. The world still as if time had stopped forever. One moment, not even a second, frozen forever in a bright white flash. Trapped in a box to remember and cherish that one moment.

When you read it you know it is a photograph without me telling you. You know that a white flash can be the flash of a camera and by saying it is trapped inside a box, meaning a printed picture. I tried to make it seem like it is a picture but not trying to make it super obvious.

Just the way a picture can capture a moment amazes me. To think that there is one moment in your life that is special to you but gone the very next. A photograph to me is a memory. Something to keep that moment and remember it for the rest of your life.

In The second paragraph I went deeper then what I only saw. When you take a picture you take that very small fragment of a second with you. I began to wonder what was going on at that very moment. Everyone everywhere was doing something, feeling something different. Someone was experiencing something new, A baby was being born, A loving family lost someone, Someone might have been getting married. I imagined beyond what the little girl could see, smell, hear, and touch and tried to in vision something much bigger that what an eye could see.