Remember the times you locked me out to do yard work?
Remember the times you threw everything I owned to the
center of the floor?
Remember the time you laughed when I was hurt?
Remember the time you smashed my favorite toy?
Remember?
Remember when you beat me so bad my head swelled up?
Remember when you made me sleep on a broken collarbone?
Remember when you slung that frozen roast at me and cracked
a rib?
Remember when you bit me and I finally called the cops?
Maybe you should have been nicer.
2/16
© 2017 Edward P. Morgan III
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ReplyDeleteNotes and asides:
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This initially got posted as a thought on Facebook when I was in a peckish mood around my birthday. Probably from a phone call. I stored it away in a file and didn’t look at it until I was reorganizing folders this May. I thought is made a poem so here it is.
Picture Notes:
ReplyDeleteI’ll never be a professional photographer. I just don’t have it in me to walk up to total strangers and ask if I can take pictures. It’s even more unnerving when that stranger is a St Petersburg Police Officer outside of the headquarters in downtown. But that’s what I did. “Hi. I have a photo assignment, can I take some pictures of your car?” Honestly, the officer was very nice, and since she needed to test her lights anyway, she turned them on for me. “It works better at night” she said. Makes me think she’d had this request before. I still did everything wrong. My camera was still set up for the previous shoot. Wrong shutter, wrong aperture. Bad light, bad exposure, nervous. All my classic mistakes. And trying to capture flashing lights is harder then it looks. I think I only got one shot with both lights lit. But that’s what I had. Maybe a little post-processing could save it, or rather a lot of post-processing. I cropped the picture a little, changed the exposure level some. Then started playing with filters. I settled on one called “Oil Paint”. Oil Paint smoothed a lot of the gritty dirt on the car roof, as well as the mount for the light bar. The trees in the background warped a little becoming somewhat surreal. The whole thing took on a dream like quality, like memories sometimes have. The only other adjustment was to tone down some blown out spots in the red light. Not the best way to do it, but in this case I was able to take a bad shot and turn it into something kind cool.