letters to

Vivian Maier

in pictures

of those who are not

there anymore.

her soul

of black and white

contrasting

between moments in

time

a still black suit.

sky

bird

grass

walking

never in want of money.

beyond a thirst for fame.

somehow she got by.

somehow she fed herself.

eat

live

sleep

art

the unseen captured

which cannot be touched.

feel the unfelt feeling.

touch the soul of the true seeker.

be where you are not.

go beyond where you are.

wake up

do it again for its own sake.

leave something behind before it leaves you

in hopes it will move

someone

you will never

meet

nor happen

to know