A Moment with James and Marilyn

James and Marilyn

Jimmy honey, make yourself useful and get me a glass of champagne., Marilyn gave a wave of her hand and flashed her million dollar smile.

Lynn my sweet, get it your damn self., James muttered.

Oh dear, don’t you know who I am?

Of course my sweet. But don’t you know who I am?

Yes of course dear, however I am better than you. she replied and winked at him.

Whatever my sweet woman, you are merely a beauty.,  he joked.

Honey, I am so much more than that., she chided.

Lynn, of course I know that. You are the most dangerous kind of woman there is. You have brains and beauty.

Her eyes clouded with tears. She gingerly replied, Jimmy I do believe that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

He replied with all seriousness on his handsome face., “I mean it Lynn, I do.”

He gets up from his spot on the floor and returns with a rose and glass of champagne. He hands it to the beauty with brains. The alluring Marilyn Monroe. After James Dean is seated, the photographer sets their pose. Before the shutter clicks, they change positions and turn. They make the photo their own. Who are they to be told what to do? The are legends.

She and Her Subject

“A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.” ― Diane Arbus

She looks through the viewfinder at her subject.

What’s in her mind we’ll never know.

She sees beauty where we see monstrosity.

She sees happiness where we see torment.

She looks through her viewfinder at her subject.

What’s in her heart we’ll never know.

She sees life where we see mortality.

She sees freedom where we see shackles.

She looks through the viewfinder at her subject.

What’s in her soul we will never know.

This is her art.

Her passion.

Her life.

With a press of a button.

And click of a shutter.

The secret is captured.

The photograph is a sight to behold.

For when we gaze upon it, she has made sure that we are transformed.

Forever.