The Photographer
In a magical moment between night and day,
there is a special place and time.
The time between seconds,
when light and dark both have equal play.
So quick, so fleeting, this special time.
The blink of an eye and it is gone again.
The catch of a breath in the cold morning air,
this special time between.
It is my passion to capture this time.
To freeze it and hold it forever.
An endless journey, an endless quest.
This one small moment in time.
Deri Dority 2007
Comments
Ah yes! You and me and millions of others too. You so captured the essense of that endless quest Derid.
Beautiful Deri! Words so true for many!
Oh, this really struck home with me, Deri. I feel this often, and you expressed it so very well.
Wonderful Derid.
Me too:) Cheers!
Beautiful poem. And quite true that it becomes a passion to capture just the right moment.
What did people do before there were cameras.
“What did people do before there were cameras.”…Cave drawings. :-}
beautifully written, so true,,
Beautiful words, Deri. You’re so right that it’s an endless quest… But that’s a good thing, because it means a lifetime of pursuing that passion.
Well written Deri and so true…