Empty photographs document my life.

I see rivers, lakes, mountains, and leafy trees.

I see those I once, loved, still love, and always will love.

The only face missing is mine.

Where was I?

Behind the camera, in a shadow, in my own world?

I can't find myself in these photographs.

I see the souls of those i have imortalized.

I see the beauty of the land that i have walked.

The only thing missing is me.

Where was I?

I can see the tears, joy, pain, and anger of those captured.

I can see the soft breeze and rolling tides.

I see the footprints man has made on this world.

Where are mine?