From morning to-night,  before the picture, during the picture and after the picture a story can be told. But by who . . .The picture taker, a witness, no . . .The person in the picture can tell you a thousand words about the picture.

Whether the person got up and dressed and washed for the morning, in the dark or light. Then eating a good breakfast or having nothing at all or maybe that day there was no food to be had.  Then getting ready for the day, leaving the house, where there could be a thunder storm or the morning sun shining bright as you hurried on your way forgetting sun glasses or no wind at all in the air,  making the morning  quiet eerie still.  Then  going out into the day driving a car, riding a bike or just walking.   That or running for their lives sneaking out and about, hiding tree from tree to bush to bush. Many things can and or will happen up until the point of the picture taken.

Then again it all depends on what you wish to describe about the said picture. Things like;

Look, that’s me.   Not very much information about the picture except for the fact that it is a picture of me. What else can you tell me about this picture one may say. I don’t know another may say. It’s a picture of me, i can’t even tell you who took it or why, forget where it was taken i do not know. The picture was given to me a long time ago. You can have it if you like. In that case one may say, as a thousand thoughts run around in their heads about this lonely picture with stories of told.

Or we have pictures belonging to people you wished, you would have never asked about. Because it is time to sleep and they are still flapping their lips like slamming barn doors in a wind storm. And now you are looking around the room looking for anything that will help stay close the doors. Tic-toc.

Then you have the people who start saying things like; i know you can’t see the tree branch at the top of the tree in the picture, but their was a cat stuck up there. You should have seen it . . I was just standing there minding my own business, cause my friend wanted to take a picture of me before they left for town,  but forgot the picture on the table and i got stuck  with it when they left . . .But out of no where this cat came catapulting at me and jumped off my head  up into the tree in chase of a squirrel or a bird or what ever it saw. You can’t see the blood because it is on the other side of my head. And believe me the claws were sharp. That damn cat. We both stood there for a while watching after  the cat to see if it caught anything, which it did not and then it could not get down so we tried calling to it and i went in and got a bowl of milk and as far as i know the cat is still in th tree . . .Well in the picture it is, that cat will be up in that tree forever. But that is not all . . .They will go on to tell you about the birds in the tree over across and out of the picture mocking the cat.

But then you happen to come across a picture that has nothing to do with you or anyone you know. And the picture presented with-in the picture before you screams out a 1,000 words of why or how when and what, who can do such a thing. Then your mind makes up stories of your wonderings and what may have happened to cause this picture and it’s taker. You can sit looking at a single picture for hours and or days,  dreaming up all sorts of things and none of you thoughts are right.

Then we have the pictures that someone sat or stood and painted or drew,  spending hours days or minutes to create a scenery or a happening in their mind. Telling a story of how they feel or what they know or juts get things off their mind. Maybe just putting the right colors together allowing the looker to see what he/she wants. What were you thinking when you painted that picture? One may say . . .I don’t know. My dad yelled at me for being late coming home from school and sent me to my room, telling me to stay in my room until i thought about why i was late. I did all ready tell him i was late because we had dance practice after school, but he told me to go to my room anyway. I had nothing to do so i painted this.  Well it looks mixed up or something, one may say.  I was feeling confused the painter may say.

Then we have the pictures that are really worth a thousand words.  these pictures are the pictures of our lost or missing or gone Loved ones. People  or pets that were and are special to us that which we are never to see again but for this picture. These are the true thousand word pictures. Upon seeing them we sit and think about anything everything there is about the picture. Doing our best to remember all the joys and sorrows this picture represents to us.  All the memories come crashing back all at once or a little at a time as the forgotten stories unfold  in your mind. Then you sit and remember the days you were there with these people or pets wishing you had more time to share or spend with them,  even if  just to take one more picture or to say one more thing of how you Love them and wish they were with you.