Pixilated Memories Poem by Wendelin Weird

It was taken not long ago
Yet it feels like ages have pasted
A million little pixels
All arranged in perfect harmony
Forming more than just a photo;

They create memories yet,
At a glance; you may not see the full meaning
Yet if you take a second you will notice
The Washington Monument;
Its tip brushing against the stom clouds
And the cherry trees along the bank of a river,
In full bloom

Under the trees a river lays,
To the left the light of the setting sun
reflects off the water

(I took this photo
during the D.C. trip.

I am behind the camera, I prefer it that way.
Yet if you truly look at a picture I take;
you can always find a part of me.

I may not appear in the way
you think
however if you know were to look
you just might find me.)