And of my fears?
I am afraid
to stare into the eyes of the young creature in the photo.
in over-starched lace
I am afraid to know what happens there.
I am afraid because I know the story.
I know the story, but I see some unnamed truth there as well.
Dead men, women, and children walking.
A barbaric yet understandable use of the primitive camera lens.
Film and the ability to capture a moment in time.
It all hurts.