Wednesday, March 01, 2006


Originally uploaded by ChicagoEye.

A flower inserted into the barrel of a machine tag chains hang from the gun's splayed barrel.

And so the flowers
propelled like bullets
through the heart of our youth
we hang like the net on the orange rim
what happened to the thrill
of tomorrow flowing in our hearts
this enterprise grinds us into particles
we must learn to first listen
from our hearts
then throw down this amour
we tell our selves we need



© 2006 Frederick Douglass Perry, All Rights Reserved

Wonderful series – good to see you've got such a command of you camera so quickly. You really should do a book of photos. Very powerful & emotional series man.

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