Then
Later
Later
The first camera I saw as a child was a Kodak Instamatic in the hands of my mother. She was trying to capture a joyful moment before it passed. A birthday or visit to grandma's, maybe. I don't know if the photo still exists somewhere in a boxed away album, but nestled somewhere deep within the closing recesses of my memory I can still see the piercing blue-white light from that little plastic box’s flash cube. Still as bright as her loving smile.
Later
Later
Later
Well, Airman Wright, what do you want to do?
Still
Later
Still
"Stay this moment."
