Photographer’s scout for open spaces.
U-hampered places, to capture the breadth,
the essence of where they’ve been…
what they’ve seen…
felt and heard…
They do so with-o a word…
A hushed touch;
careful steps move
forward to capture a frame,
day after day.
An image is stayed.
To be displayed;
This is photography.
Photographer’s see the beauty in things…
that otherwise, by happenstance, may be overlooked…
the lens to capture all of these.
The result, it, is sure to please.
The echo, of photos, all is sure to hear…
Sentiment felt, visually appreciated.
Memories to rush a front with a glance.
But as a photographer, their love,
for their art,
sometimes takes them to great
length’s, in stride.
Beauty, it, is seen captured by these…
the ones holding the lens…
We to replay their paradise…
over and over, at times tirelessly…
This is photography…
The artist’s heart, soul and
mind…lingers in these…
the photograph captured –
and at times crafted artistically…
depending on one’s likes or personality.
Moments are captured in time,
to bring, us, joy.
This is photography.
As long as there is breath and life,
photography will never die.
Photography thrives,
lives on, even after one’s
breath is gone.
(personal photo)
Colleen Kelbert 