What the picture tells us is that in 1970 photos were in black and white;
What the picture doesn’t tell us is that my dress was in fact pink.
What the picture tells us is that in 1970 my family was made of four members;
What the picture doesn’t tell us is that my younger sister was still in the oven.
What the picture tells us is that my mom and my dad were smiling
while my brother and I were making faces;
What the picture doesn’t tell us is that we were chewing the candies my mom gave us to stand still for the picture.
What the picture tells us is that in 1970 short skirts and leggings were in fashion;
What the picture doesn’t tell us is that in 2010 short skirts and leggings will still be in fashion.
What the picture tells us is that even in 1970 our windows were protected with fences;
What the picture doesn’t tell us is that five years after no fences could protect us from war.
What the picture tells us is that my dad was holding my hand;
What the picture doesn’t tell us is how powerful it felt to hold my dad’s hand.
What the picture tells us is that our skin color was neither white nor black;
What the picture doesn’t tell us is that we carry both colors in our inner selves.
Wow – great stuff!
Thanks Mr. McCracken. It means a lot to me, coming from an established author like you:)
What the picture tells us is that you take after your father while your brother takes after your mother…. The magic of black and white pictures lies in the fact that we don’t need colours in order to appreciate the whole picture. We perceive all the details and grasp the whole picture while our brain reconstructs the original scene. Maybe, the simplicity of black and white does not distract our attention. Life is so unpredictable! No one would have said at the time that years later a war would have erased the smiles on those faces! You look very pretty and lively!
HI ALicia,
I can see that your comment inspired my sister. You can read what she wrote down below.
I hope the storm is over on your Island.
Après ma naissance en 1971, la photographie et le cinéma reflétaient la vie en couleur, mais étrangement dans ma mémoire elle était à cette periode en noir et blanc. Ce n’est en aucun cas du pessimisme mais sans doute le reflet de l’ambiance qu’a généré la guerre.
Ton paradis perdu, tu le décris si bien Mirella! Et après être sorti du”oven” ce paradis a très vite changé de couleur et les sourires se sont fait plus rare.
Waw Pato, tu es un poete!!! tres bien dit ma chere soeur! J’ai les larmes aux yeux!
Indeed, great stuff! Brief, sober, insightful….SUPERB!
Thanks Nayla! you are the best!
This is so beautiful and powerful. I sat for a moment trying to think of a worthy response and all I could say was wow. The strength of family and love and the insignificance of skin color and awfulness of war. Your words evoke much thought.
Oh thank you Holly! it so sweet of you to say such a nice thing! I am happy that I found your blog! you seem a very nice person. I will browse your blog too, during the week-end! Thanks again.
Absolutely wonderful! … And I’m delighted to find your posts on Lebanon.
Thanks Jamie, I am glad that you appreciate it!
You are very sweet!
Mirella