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飛鳥與鐵塔

 


照片的主角原本應該是鐵塔,快門按下後卻發現我一直盯著飛進視窗的鴿子,這鴿應該不知道他被捕捉了,不管他之前在哪裡覓食,之後又盤旋在哪裡,那瞬間,它是留在我的相機記憶卡,然後很久以後,被我放在這裡,變成封面相片。它很模糊,因為它是自由的,行動中旁人通常只看得到你的模糊輪廓,因為你在飛翔。

 

巴黎鐵塔很安靜(雖然遊客又多又吵),但身為地標,是不容許有模糊空間的,就靜靜的為法國多賺一點吧,你的高聳又能如何?你留在歷史裡,每個人的記憶裡又如何?你一直在那裡,而飛鳥早已雲遊他處,過著短暫卻又輕快的一生。

 

倒是拍照的人,若你的目的是鐵塔,拍照技術也太不專業,若是想拍鴿子,未免守株待兔,不合情理,但作為那段日子不為旅遊而旅遊,只為了生活而度假的心情,跟這麼隨性的按快門,倒是有幾分契合,也讓現在看著拍照的人留下的構圖覺得當時,是過於奢侈了。

 

人不能要求過去重來,也被要求不能重蹈覆轍,但人阿,就是愛回憶往昔,也許這輩子就不是作鐵塔般留名青史的命,也終究飛不起來,但看看老照片,想想那天所見到的一切是多麼輕易就拿來想念,今日這午夜,也挺值得的。

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