Photos in Black and Gray

I have imagined pictures, from years gone by,
till now and tomorrow, how I would have painted them,
Each an intersection of curiosity and simplicity,
Or otherwise an extrication of angles unseen.

They're colored black or none at all,
Or of all the infinite grays of the digital mind,
And before each I hide my memories.
I close my eyes at last, and smile.

There they were the photographs in my mind,
Space-less, stretching through the depths of black.