Photos used to be dear currency,
transferred generationally like
jewelry. ("That's the only photo
we have of your great Uncle Ali!")
Deflation has set in. Digital spaces
trade in counterfeit images. Nobody
cares. Photos once deemed great
are too much seen, bore.
Selfie poses have been formulated
into sub-genres. Porn proliferates
like mold. Seriously, topsoil is
rarer than photography.
However, I do keep a modest
trace of magic in an aged Kodak
Brownie box camera, with
Art Deco decoration. This
camera is so simple it's like a sneeze.
Its click is as as quiet as
a mouse's sigh. And the Brownie
knows how to keep a secret.
hans ostrom 2016
transferred generationally like
jewelry. ("That's the only photo
we have of your great Uncle Ali!")
Deflation has set in. Digital spaces
trade in counterfeit images. Nobody
cares. Photos once deemed great
are too much seen, bore.
Selfie poses have been formulated
into sub-genres. Porn proliferates
like mold. Seriously, topsoil is
rarer than photography.
However, I do keep a modest
trace of magic in an aged Kodak
Brownie box camera, with
Art Deco decoration. This
camera is so simple it's like a sneeze.
Its click is as as quiet as
a mouse's sigh. And the Brownie
knows how to keep a secret.
hans ostrom 2016
