Photographers Are We
Three Generations
of handed down skill
my father, as his father
once did
trains me to read
the light
and shadows
painting with the contour
of my subjects face
turning a cheek, dropping an inch of the chin
so many expressions, where to begin
creators of everlasting life
a person, captured, forever
proof that they once
were of this world
composed with dreams, goals, wishes
everyone on a different path
on the trail of life
All of us, have to die
but our spirits live on
in the photographs I take
Three Generations
of handed down skill
Photographers are We
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