and the vision of poetry.
(True to a reclusive
temperament,
I studied under a single light
bulb.)
This muse is a mistress
strange beautiful:
given to fits of temper,
lifting her voice beyond Zone
VIII
and as easily able
to bury the artist's soul
in featureless underexposure.

Oftentimes putting aside hands
to help,
instead gripping the shutter
release...
yes: the cost is great;
yet:
when a mother holds her baby a
little closer,
connecting to an image
from under my darkcloth:
the reward is priceless.
Images of curiosity/wonder,
surprise/amazement,
and real awe;
fear/loathing,
loving/losing one's
sensibilities;
beginnings/endings:
faces from the past
wide eyes of a newborn
warring elements
without/within;
knowing by thinking/acting
lives of a heart...
All these conducted in one
artist's photographs.
...

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