"For every shot taken is merely a remnant of the most beautiful."
Portrait or Landscape,
was a question I had. As I took my stride
by the sunset, each step closer to decide:
If I should choose to line her by the horizon,
if her smile would grace the far lazing firmament?
Or have me content; to fit her full by the screen,
to fix her eyes upon me: A never ending entrancement.
Or if I should at all risk pauses in between? An endeavour,
a plausible reasoning to paste eternal; to capture every moment.
I disagreed.
So I put my camera down and lived the moment.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC
"For every shot taken is merely a remnant of the most beautiful."
Portrait or Landscape,
was a question I had. As I took my stride
by the sunset, each step closer to decide:
If I should choose to line her by the horizon,
if her smile would grace the far lazing firmament?
Or have me content; to fit her full by the screen,
to fix her eyes upon me: A never ending entrancement.
Or if I should at all risk pauses in between? An endeavour,
a plausible reasoning to paste eternal; to capture every moment.
I disagreed.
So I put my camera down and lived the moment.
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