When I was packing up the Christmas decorations, I cam across a box of stuff from high school.  Inside, were two books from a literary contest for the county that I won, and a literary magazine that I was editor for.  The box was ruined and the books were damaged.  I brought them down from the attic and ripped out my stories and poems and decided I would share them on here.  One that I wrote is about photography, so I thought today would be a good time to share it.

You don’t take a photograph, you ask quietly to borrow it.

Silently, stealthily poised

In the moment.

Don’t blink.

Maintaining a foothold on the Universe

Spinning aimlessly through outer space.

Dipping into a moment to stop time.

But does the action ever cease?

Only for milliseconds.

Forever frozen.

-Julia Y. Hess, 1994