A DOG OR A FOLK SONG

Alexander, our older brother,

set out for a great adventure.

He tore our images out of his pictures,

he scratched our names out of all his letters.

Our mother should have,

just named you Laika!

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Neighborhoods #2 (Laika)

Arcade Fire

Funeral, 2004

‘Laika’ music video, artists rendition

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View the world through an unfiltered lens, and wait for the right situation to develop.  I pull off to the shoulder side on the long road of life, and reach into the back seat for a little black bag.  Its memory making contents are pulled from their compartments, and the blinding caps are removed.

Through an unlocked door, into an empty lane of traffic, I cross over to the other side, and descend a few feet down a steep embankment.  From here, I can see everything.  My eyes adjust their aperture, and I can see it all; like I’m taking an unfiltered look down, from on top of the world.

I hold the ergonomic design against my steady palm, curl my right index finger over the top of a six sided box.  It hangs securely fastened to a black strap lassoed around my neck.  My left hand cradles the nozzle, and adjusts my depth of sight; on my black, magic box.

I scrunch my face, flatten my nose, curl my single brown eye into the sight, wink the other one closed.  I take care for a moment to consider the site, another to take and consider the light.  Evaluate the source of my current display, then wrap my head around what’s inside of the frame.

The electronic box awaits my fire command, and I shoot from the edges in.  She poses, she sways, she sings, she behaves.  She shows off her colors.  Contrasting types of darks and bright, she shades and creates with blue, red, and green.  Mountains and leaves, feathers and seas, I capture them all with my shutter speed, time machine.

Picture what you consider beautiful, capture that thought, and remember what you saw.

Nothing in the world is as soft and yielding as water,

Yet nothing can better overcome the hard and strong,

For they can neither control nor do away with it.

- Lao Tzu