and if you find folly in those freeloading fascist hacks who tell you to write prose or shoot photography, tell them to take notes -a mental picture- because you're headed off to the heart; Taking back roads through the bile of memory to touch what it might just mean to be. Journalists content to watch. Sojourners just might find. A poet will be your guide.
Feel too much.
Please know that I do love our prose-bound brothers and sisters, and I married a photographer. I'm simply embellishing to help the thing earn it's title, as it were.