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In a junk shop third floor attic,
It sat unique in dusty clutter
Majestic and alone,
Staring out a window.
As I approached
Without turning, it spoke to me.
If you could see what I have seen,
If you could but see.
Once more to see the light.
Once more to make a memory
Once more to capture joy.
Just once more.
I heard a camera sigh.
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4 Comments:
At Thursday, January 24, 2008 7:10:00 PM,
Twilight said…
That's lovely, anyjazz!
David Bailey (a famous photographer in Britain) once said
"It takes a lot of imagination to be a good photographer. You need less imagination to be a painter, because you can invent things. But in photography everything is so ordinary; it takes a lot of looking before you learn to see the ordinary."
You certainly have an eye for the ordinary, the skill to capture it on camera, and a poet's mind to decribe it in words.....hat-trick!
At Thursday, January 24, 2008 7:39:00 PM,
anyjazz said…
Thank you very much. Cameras have always nudged the imagination. The inspiration comes from the encouragement of loved ones.
At Saturday, January 26, 2008 9:49:00 AM,
Michele said…
Wow, that camera had soul, didn't it? It is an impressive piece... lovely words as well!
At Saturday, January 26, 2008 7:42:00 PM,
anyjazz said…
Thanks Michele. I think you understand. Not everyone knows the special place that cameras fill in our lives. I always enjoy your photographs.
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