I attempt poetry, but I never have really gotten into photography. That doesn’t mean that I’m not moved–straight to the gut–by some graphic art (does that cover photography as well as the other kind of art?) –my memory–  Some photographs, and what they can do with them, is utterly miraculous. It’s like a finger through the skin touching my heart.  I received this one in the mail recently–don’t know the photographer–but I’d just like to share: