The world's last night
What if this present were the world’s last night
and we watch as one by one all of our petty
flee far from sight like
the night we lowered your body into the ground.
made a sound, except the dull fuzz of the leaves
like television screens, trees
leaving auburn wakes, and how all of the aches continued
to ache. Tongues still tie, mayflies still die, the swing
still swings, swung in nature’s mundane
and how every living thing somehow continues to breathe.
what if this present were the world’s last night
in this living world has ever taught me how to grieve.
My own work is self-labelled as documentary photography, out of a lack of a better title. By carrying a camera daily, I aim to embody the spirit of the Brownie in making the means to photography ready to me at every moment, without obstruction – by doing so, I can take a photograph of anything that captures my eye and interests me enough to preserve. Any of us can do this these days, with a camera readily available in our pockets around the clock – and many of us do so without even thinking about it. Next time you take your phone out to take a photograph, whether it is of your friends or of something that caught your eye, think about how you are participating in the act of documenting your life through photography. Make prints of your favourites, display them on your walls, share them with your friends and family. Follow the tradition of those who came before you and took their own snapshots documenting their lives. Everyone is a documentary photographer today, and this is a good thing.