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When Strangers Become Kin
Among the many magics
Of brandishing a camera
Amongst a crowd of strangers
Is that someone, always
Steps out of the crowd
Offers an intimate glimpse
Into the nature of their being
Of brandishing a camera
Amongst a crowd of strangers
Is that someone, always
Steps out of the crowd
Offers an intimate glimpse
Into the nature of their being
In that instant of friendship
The camera records a kind of kinship
Which is eternal and universal
I think every photographer must know
We are all much more alike
Than we are different
Breathing
Held down
Choking smog
Escape delayed
Hours long
Choking smog
Escape delayed
Hours long
Runway clears
Now aloft
Miles high
Above the smog
Crisp blue sky
First in weeks
Smogless air
First I’ve breathed
Privilege
I remind myself
Often
Even in times like these
Especially in times like these
Just how privileged my life became
Often
Even in times like these
Especially in times like these
Just how privileged my life became
By a simple accident of birth
Dawn comes
The dawn came
Though the clouds were thick
And not much light
With little hint of the sun
Though the clouds were thick
And not much light
With little hint of the sun
But the long night had broken
People woke from deep slumber
Able to find their way
Even before the morning fog cleared
The darkness
Became day
The grimness
Became hope
Steps ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #165
Sometimes the light
Seems very far
And the way
So dark and perilous
And the path
Occluded mystery
Seems very far
And the way
So dark and perilous
And the path
Occluded mystery
I remind myself
Just take a step
I remember
Where every journey begins
I find my courage
In the many paths already taken
I’ve held the light
before
I’ve made my way
before
I’ve found the path
before
I will hold the light
again
Handmade ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #163
I let the rough asymmetry
Of a handmade world
Wash over my being
Of a handmade world
Wash over my being
Imprecise
Imperfect
Reminded
I am an organic being
Cradled in a manufactured world
And my notions of beauty
Have been filtered
By the means of manufacture
Gratitude ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #150
The sun rises into a cloud-softened sky
Gentle foothills roll lazily to a distant horizon
A solo journey through an ungentle darkness ends
As I arrive in the light I realize
I am no longer alone, was never really alone
That no one arrives in such light
Entirely alone
Gentle foothills roll lazily to a distant horizon
A solo journey through an ungentle darkness ends
As I arrive in the light I realize
I am no longer alone, was never really alone
That no one arrives in such light
Entirely alone
I am struck by the depth of gratitude
Rising like a sun with my own inner light
For the guidance, support and encouragement
Offered by family and friends and mentors
And the generous kindness of strangers
Who have made of themselves
Friends
I stand here
In the light
With my platoon
Ready to take on
Anything
Thank You
Ganga Angel
I don’t photograph people all that often. Landscapes, abstracts, architecture. I like to work with compositional forms, with textures, with the play of light, looking at things that stay still for the camera, for my eye. Thinking on it now, there’s a deep level of intimacy in my approach to the subject as I circle and study it, taking numerous test shots while seeking just the right frame, just the right POV.
It’s an intense study of subject I don’t feel comfortable exploring with people. I tell myself, “I’m getting too much in someone’s face,” but I know it’s just as much putting them in my face. The subject has eyes, and a mind, and both are looking right back at me. Too intimate!
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