From the moment you are born

Your eyes open, you look around

Blurred colours, shapes overrun your cortex

You are oh so scared of the unknown

This hole in your face opens so wide

The rest of your face joins in, will it stop, will it rip?

 Wind sweeps in, “don’t like this” you cry in your first cry

“Put me back now, its bloody cold out here”, you think say,

“Who ever pulled me out can just put me right back”.

‘Click’, your first picture blinked, WOWEEE magic

There you have it, evidence life exists outside the womb

That womb with a view launches trillions of cells to help store a ‘flood of data’

Streams of information to fill the awaiting filing cabinets

All images must be passed through a huge filtration system

A system so refined it atomises each picture

Refining it. you form a clear crisp image, sent to the ‘in-tray’

Good stuff to the central filing system the rest recycled to the dream factory

Welcome to the world seen through the only digital camera you’ll need

Use them well!!!

 

©Phil Golding Jan 2008