Capturing smoke escape from a bottle
What IS soon becomes what WAS,
Just like a flash of lightning it lasts only to record its presence.
A photograph may linger on a little longer, perhaps even longer that the one that takes it.
Like at many burials the preacher says, dust to dust and ashes to ashes, we all return to the source, unrecognizable regardless to how dear and steadfast we hold on to it. Everything is fleeting… all is ephemeral!