Like a Man Gone Mad: Poems in a New Century

Mary Anne with Camera

84 Mary Anne with Camera Your photographs of Czeslaw Milosz and Richmond Lattimore are good enough to be compared to portraiture by Karsh. The same holds true for all your shots of Spanish doors or white-tailed deer beneath our backyard trellis. Your camera memorizes anything that lets itself be seen for a second, only. Timing and luck are important, but the lens is merely as good as its aim, and the aim’s an art, and the art is rare. It takes all three to stop the world in passing long enough for it to gain a kind of immortality. That’s what you do each time you hear a fraction of an instant say it’s going, going, gone. You and your camera say not now, not yet, not ever. ...