On being a poet and a photographer

Spilled ink. Old film. Crumpled paper. The click of a shutter. Pens dying. Wiping lenses. Flashlights under the covers. Struggling with a tripod. Daydreaming. The Rule of Thirds. Tattered pages. Beautiful sunsets. Coffee shops. Skittish animals. 3 am. Cropping. Always thinking. The horizon line. The frantic search for pen and paper. Frustrated with trying to capture the beauty of the world In a small package.

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