The memory card says 775,
Yet less than 100 have escaped the camera alive.
If only it were all only point and shoot,
A trilogy of photobooks I could now produce.
So much to upload, to edit, to view.
But wait, what’s that shiny thing over there?
Another lens, a new possibility,
Some more weight to the old camera bag.
The bag lurks and sulks whenever I walk passed,
Begging to know if there’s another camera in toe.
For if not, why is I still in the bag?
Perhaps I should be buried with camera in thy hand.
We compare the brands to which we don’t align,
Then secretly plan upgrades for that next time.
For the child that won’t stay still so you’ve created an artistic blur,
To the intriguing moments you didn’t know were there.
In the end it all vanishes, just by having that one shot,
Capturing the essence of something, rather than letting it be forgot.
Brand, camera, edits, it really don’t matter,
If you got the image that makes you tick,
Then the photography itch continues,
To that next click!
Words by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.
Image by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2016.