The Photo Girl (Woman) ~ #010 March 2014 – Haiga/Haibun for #FWF Free Write Friday: from September 16, 2011

©14 Empty Chair 2sml 6x


Blossom Tattooed


i find it difficult to write about this girl. i call her girl because i know she is younger than i am. wait. you don’t think she could be 33 do you? no. i don’t think so. i just know her to the edge of the photograph is all.

i stopped looking up. no i didn’t. i started seriously looking up when grown-ups decided i shouldn’t be looking up. when i was eleven. in a big city. okay. it was big to me. Chicago. but then i had just come from St. Paul and Minneapolis. but then. i had just gone there a few weeks before from my home town. of 12,000. of course that was right across the river from another town. the city. our nemesis (in high school). in another state. of 45,000. just like every summer since i was 5 years old. until i was 18 of course. Chicago was big to me. when i was eleven. and beautiful. and fun. to look up. at sky between skyscrapers. no adults looked up. look down and. each one that passed by. many that passed by. looked down. what were they looking for? coins? for me? to help me find what i had lost?

the girl. in the photo. is looking up because she owns that city. on that day. i know nothing about her. a beautiful passer by. knowing her. if i knew her. i could fall in love with her. not knowing her. she is just another beautiful passer-by. i like her tho. i like most people who pass by. knowing this girl is unknown. am i attracted to her? that would depend. beyond first glance. upon our interaction. that would happen beyond the edge of the photograph. she might be amazing to me. known. and still a mystery. or. she might be a psycho-lover-serial killer. i don’t know. i can not know. at the moment i can not knock on the photograph. or. the screen. and say. hello. or. can i help you. look up? i like to help people look up.

looking up i explore the the universe. it becomes mine. i move in that direction. looking down i find treasure. bits and pieces. lost and not lost. found. treasure. i can sometimes place in my pocket. . . . .

unfair question: which would you rather have in your pocket: treasure? or. the universe? unfair answer: both. which is of course the right answer.

the world is not required to be fair. is it fair that i can not know this girl? and yet. i’m to tell you about her? i have no idea what she does beyond looking up. beyond the edge of the photograph. our world. not even if she is a model. a well paid model. to be photographed. for free-use photo markets. i don’t think she is his lover. she could be a lover tho. and fresh to the world. a blossom. tattooed. across the universe. yes. that is her. now i know her. this blossom. every spring. summer. she walks into. and out of. life. my life. in this moment. in love. across the universe.

this blossom
in an empty chair
the universe


Altered Photograph

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Digital Drawing and Painting 
  • Nikon D80 Digital Camera
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Photoshop Elements 12

To my knowledge there was no FWF last Friday (March 21, 2014). This is my response to a previous #FWF Free Write Friday from September 16, 2011, Photographic Prose with Kaleigh Somers, in which there is a photograph as a prompt. It is found on Kellie Elmore’s Blog.


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