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Depth of Field Janet Kuypers 2/5/14 When I looked for you at the crowded train station, the masses grew dense as I craned my neck, until I saw your head emerging from the sea. Suddenly I couldn’t escape you, you seemed so crystal clear in that crazed commuter crowd, because everything blurred away as my focus grew sharper on you, perfectly framed in my depth of field. - To this day, when I see you outside, coming toward me, I first see you at a distance, but when I see you it seems that everything about you comes sharply into focus and everything else in the world fades into the background. - You don’t know this, but when we face each other seated for a meal, I sometimes stare, at your temples, or maybe the space under your ear lobe. I just look. At times like these, I want to capture every inch, every minute detail of you, store it in my memory, so I can have that sharp image of you always in my mind.