Color photo. Two mailing labels, white with a thin blue and red strip along the top, pasted next to each other on a metal railing. On them has been written a poem: I miss my mothers cold arms that knew only to survive. Love was merely a tolerance to keep. I grew and grew, only knowing how to be dependant. Looking for love became a selfish act unlike the nature that surrounds my heart and soul, from which I foolishly didn't learn from. And now I sit here finally growing into my own arms so that I too can warm you one day again. Jose D A

Despite having lived here for 13 years now, I only recently visited the Central Library in downtown Seattle for the first time.  It is a fantastic building, architecturally, inside and out.  It is also a wonderful library: so many places to sit and read or quietly work.

I explored from bottom to top and at the highest point, in a particularly quiet and secluded place where you can look all the way to the bottom of the atrium, I found poetry.  You kind of expect to find poetry in a library, but not quite like this.

Who knows how long it will stay there.  I’m sure someday it will be cleaned away but with this photo, at least, we’ll remember it was there.

Gear: Nikon Z 7II, Nikon Z 40mm f2


Photography is a kind of visual poetry.  Check out Print Store for more verses.