Photography Is All About Secrets... The Secrets

He Fished In His Pocket For His Keys And Instead Pulled Out The Last Geode, Gray And Smooth, Earth-shaped. He Held It, Warming In His Palm, Thinking Of All Mysteries The World Contained: Layers Of Stone, Concealed Beneath The Flesh Of Earth And Grass; These Dull Rocks, With Their Glimmering Hidden Hearts.

A Moment Was Not A Single Moment At All, But Rather An Infinite Number Of Different Moments, Depending On Who Was Seeing Things And How.

The City Of Pittsburgh Gleaming Suddenly Before Her . . . So Startling In Its Vastness And Its Beauty That She Had Gasped And Slowed, Afraid Of Losing Control Of The Car

She Saw Herself Moving Through Another Life, An Exotic, Difficult, Satisfying Life.

You Missed A Lot Of Heartache, Sure. But David, You Missed A Lot Of Joy.