I tried.

I tried to give you more.

I tried to show you images.

Images of people we’ve never met.

People that play passenger to their lives inside celluloid strips of history, love, virtue, and all that children turn to when Summer dies on Autumn’s doorstep.

Alas, they wouldn’t let me. They wouldn’t let me dash across their indexes. They wouldn’t let me cut out strips from their scrap books for my own.

Color me black and white. Dear lord. My, my.

Flickr is unresponsive to my requests to give you more…

…soon enough, for our unknown relentless eyes.