This is a picture, not taken, of magnetic poetry on an old refrigerator, while a bench scraper clears the surface; adjectives, adverbs, and pronouns jump off in short, chaotic arcs; as the stainless steel terminator advances across the dimpled, white, arctic surface; precipitating new sentences down upon the floor…

This is a picture, not taken, of a rock band playing a song, a large mass of people crowding in front, a ginormous screen behind projecting a fractally shrinking view of the performance, each person holding up a phone recording the concert, including the recursive video of the screen partially blocking their view, extending this running back show all the way down…

This is a picture, not taken, of multitudes of people taking pictures, holding awkwardly sized devices whose primary role in life is not taking pictures, the people standing and slowly rotating, trying to get a sense of the poorly lit spectacle, avoiding scores of lens flare producing lights, all the while ignoring the band playing music…

This is a picture, not taken, of a tree being towed on a boat, blocking the view of the truck in front and seen from a distance, its topmost branches waving wildly in the wind, with a small propeller sticking out from the bottom boughs, the blades slowly rotating, providing a convincing means of propulsion, and giving the illusion of jumping just above the asphalt river as it speeds away from me…

This is a picture, not taken, of nine Turkey Buzzards gliding in a conical holding pattern, presumably over a hidden carcass alongside the highway, periodic gusts of wind causing a sinusoidal rhythm in their altitude resembling the waving branches of a tree, and flashing glimpses of white feathers providing the flickering illusion of Christmas lights…

This is a picture, not taken, of a Jesus on a cross, shaking wildly to and fro underneath a rear view mirror, dramatically opposed to the seemingly stable Chevy logo hanging vertically on the trunk of the same car in front of me, all while passing four young Mormon men dressed in suits as they stood pedaling their bicycles down the road…

This is a picture, not taken, of a small child, sitting on the floor, hunched over next to a pallet loader, crying profusely, while savagely navigating his iPad, a group of adults standing around him, talking and drinking beer, seemingly oblivious to his plight, while a loud house music blares in the background..

This is a picture, not taken, of a humongous TV screen, located just beyond the outfield wall of a baseball stadium, displaying a miniature scale representation of a fireworks display, time delayed, pixelated, hyper-naturally over saturated, lacking both sound and smell of the view of an adjacent field, where a majestic aerial bombardment, timed to music, celebrates the local sport team’s win over an interloping rival team…

This is a picture, not taken, while staring in a trance-like fugue, at the black and white dashed lane dividers, rapidly alternating the ends on the dashes, and reflecting off a silver gray car hood, forming an image of an hourglass shape, creating the illusion of a Photoshop area selection indicator.