Photographs and Memories

There I was, on the photograph, standing on the footsteps of the ancient church, my back to the camera, as if I were among the passersby caught in time, while the photographer tried to capture his subject. I remember that moment vividly; he didn't want to take part in it, in any of it, except perhaps to take photographs. Now he has that photograph, among many others in his own world, and i shall remain nameless but not forgotten.