A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang
leaped And particle
s began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging
past Planets, stars
and seasOf swirling
waves that danced an
d swayed No less t
han windswept trees
.As he focused his
dream glassWhere pr
esent meets past A
nd
depth of field is wide
;Where the image is
clear and light strea
ks steer, Far away f
rom the photographe
r’s eye. With shutter
speed set like a fast
speed jet Blazing
through the blue-whit
e
wispy aboveTurning
his wings on the bir
d that sings And a
girl who once stole h
is love. Racing thro
ugh time while continu
ing to climbHigher
through the prism of
lightHis finger feat
hers the button
belowCapturing the
moment in flight. L
ingering there in pur
e mid-air Like a m
agic carpet in the wi
nd; Until jolted by
the sun on its morni
ng runWhile still dre
aming of that teleph
oto lens. Maybe today
, perhaps tomorrow,
He’ll capture the ill
usive the beast; The
athlete who strives f
or the best inside Or
the homeless sleepin
g in the streets.He’
ll stop small birds he
’s seen and heard W
ith their colorful feath
ers, breast and crow
n; And children p
laying in autumn leav
es
Scattered on the gro
und. Weddings an
d rings, flowers in s
pring,Butterflies, w
istful and bright; P
ollinating bees and h
ives in the trees Or
a harvest moon late
at night. Meadows
and mountains, free
flowing fountainsA
ncient temples in far
away places; Firewor
ks
up high on the 4th
of July Olympics
and fast car races.
But now fully a
wakened he knows h
e’s mistakenAbout t
he focal length in hi
s dream glass;Lens
lust is a photograph
er’s must But this
too, he knows, must
pass. Like water fl
owing in the riverA
nd wind passing
through thin air;Th
e world he sees throu
gh his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g
over his parents piec
es, An old lady ask
ing why to Jesus.W
ith brutal weapons in
everyone’s hand,The
re’s very little to un
derstand. Those scream
s, they haunt me ev
ery night,Bloody eyes
staring down asking w
hy I didnt fight?L
ike any mortal I fe
ared my own existen
ce,I was a coward
watching them die fr
om a distance.What
I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen. Is a wonder
beyond compare. | D
etails | Photographe
r Poem | |Litt
le to understand - ph
otographer’s guiltI’
m at the peak watchi
ng the unknown,The
rain today pouring
at a different tone.M
y insides wishing for
a chance to defend,I
wait at the
edge for all of it to
hit the end.Ihear a
boy crying over his
parents pieces, An
old lady asking why
to Jesus.With bru
tal weapons in every
one’s hand,There’s v
ery little to understa
nd. Those screams,
they haunt me every
night,Bloody eyes st
aring down asking w
hy I didnt fight?L
ike any mortal I fe
ared my own existen
ce,I was a coward
watching them die
from a distance.What
I regret now wish
I could change it t
hen,Rather than be
ing guilty and jotting
it with a pen.
A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang le
aped And particles
began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging past Planet
s, stars and seasOf
swirling waves that
danced and swayed N
o less than windswep
t trees.As he
focused his dream gla
ssWhere present mee
ts past And depth o
f field is wide;Where
the image is clear an
d light streaks steer,
Far away from the
photographer’s eye.
With shutter speed s
et like a fast speed j
et Blazing through
the blue-white wispy
aboveTurning his w
ings on the bird tha
t sings And a girl
who once stole his lov
e. Racing through
time while continuing
to climbHigher throu
gh the prism of ligh
tHis finger feathers
the button belowCapt
uring the moment in
flight. Lingering th
ere in pure mid-air
Like a magic carpet
in the wind; Until
jolted by the sun on
its morning runWh
ile still dreaming of
that telephoto lens. M
aybe today, perhaps
tomorrow,He’ll cap
ture the illusive the b
east; The athlete wh
o strives for the best
inside Or the homel
ess sleeping in the st
reets.He’ll stop sma
ll birds he’s seen an
d heard With their co
lorful feathers, breast
and crown;
And children playin
g in autumn leaves
Scattered on the gro
und. Weddings an
d rings, flowers in s
pring,Butterflies, w
istful and bright; P
ollinating bees and h
ives in the trees Or
a harvest moon late
at night. Meadows
and mountains, free
flowing fountainsA
ncient temples in far
away places; Firewor
ks up high on the 4
th of July Olymp
ics and fast car race
s. But now fully
awakened he knows
he’s mistakenAbou
t the focal length in
his dream
glass;Lens lust is a
photographer’s must
But this too, he k
nows, must pass. L
ike water flowing in
the riverAnd wind p
assing through thin
air;The world he see
s through his own ey
es
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes
staring down asking w
hy I didnt fight?L
ike any mortal I fe
ared my own existen
ce,I was a coward
watching them die fr
om a distance.What
I regret now wish
I could change it the
n,Rather than bein
g guilty and jotting it
with a pen. Is a w
onder beyond compare
. | Details | Phot
ographer Poem | |
Little to understand
- photographer’s gu
iltI’m at the peak w
atching the unknown
,The rain today pou
ring at a different t
one.My insides wish
ing for a chance to
defend,I wait at th
e edge for all of it to
hit the end.Ihear a
boy crying over his
parents pieces, An
old lady asking why
to Jesus.With bru
tal weapons in every
one’s hand,There’s v
ery little to understa
nd. Those screams,
they haunt me every
night,Bloody eyes st
aring down asking w
hy I didnt fight?L
ike any mortal I fe
ared my own existen
ce,I was a coward
watching them die fr
om a distance.What
I regret now wish
I could change it the
n,Rather than bein
g guilty and jotting it
with a pen.
A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang le
aped And particles
began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging past Planet
s, stars and seasOf
swirling waves that
danced and swayed N
o less than windswep
t trees.As he focuse
d his dream glassW
here present meets p
ast And depth of fi
eld is wide;Where th
e image is clear and
light streaks steer, F
ar away from
the photographer’s e
ye. With shutter spe
ed set like a fast spee
d jet Blazing throu
gh the blue-white wi
spy aboveTurning his
wings on the bird th
at sings And a girl
who once stole his lov
e. Racing through
time while continuing
to climbHigher throu
gh the prism of ligh
tHis finger feathers
the button belowCap
turing the moment in
flight. Lingering th
ere in pure mid-air
Like a magic carpet
in the wind; Until
jolted by the sun on
its morning runWh
ile still dreaming of
that telephoto lens. M
aybe today, perhaps
tomorrow,He’ll cap
ture the illusive the b
east; The athlete
who strives for the b
est inside Or the home
less sleeping in the st
reets.He’ll stop sma
ll birds he’s seen an
d heard With their co
lorful feathers, breast
and crown; And
children playing in a
utumn leaves Scatte
red on the ground.
Weddings and rings
, flowers in spring,
Butterflies, wistful
and bright; Pollina
ting bees and hives in
the trees Or a har
vest moon late at nig
ht. Meadows and m
ountains, free flowin
g fountainsAncient
temples in faraway
places; Fireworks u
p high on the 4th
of July Olympics
and fast car races.
But now fully awa
kened he knows he’s
mistaken
About the focal len
gth in his dream glas
s;Lens lust is a phot
ographer’s must B
ut this too, he know
s, must pass. Like
water flowing in the
riverAnd wind pas
sing through thin air
;The world he sees t
hrough his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die
from a distance.What
I regret now wish
I could change it t
hen,Rather than be
ing guilty and jotting
it with a pen. Is
a wonder beyond com
pare. | Details | P
hotographer Poem
| |Little to under
stand - photographer
’s guiltI’m at the p
eak watching the unk
nown,The rain toda
y pouring at a differ
ent tone.My insides w
ishing for a chance t
o defend,I wait at t
he edge for all of it
to hit the end.Ihear
a boy crying over h
is parents pieces, A
n old lady asking w
hy to Jesus.With b
rutal weapons in ever
yone’s hand,There’s
very little to understa
nd. Those screams,
they haunt me every
night,Bloody eyes st
aring down asking
why I didnt fight?L
ike any mortal I fe
ared my own existen
ce,I was a coward
watching them die fr
om a distance.What
I regret now wish
I could change it the
n,Rather than bein
g guilty and jotting it
with a pen. A ph
otographer dreamed
Of a telephoto lens
Capturing light wav
es From beginning
to end. Since time u
nleashed When the
Big Bang leaped
And particles began
life’s history In sw
irling clouds he wonde
red how He might pi
cture a piece of the m
ystery.Through polish
ed glass converging pa
st Planets, stars an
d seasOf swirling w
aves that danced and
swayed No less than
windswept trees.A
s he focused his drea
m glass Where
present meets past A
nd depth of field is w
ide;Where the image
is clear and light str
eaks steer, Far awa
y from the photograp
her’s eye. With shutt
er speed set like a f
ast speed jet Blazin
g through the blue-w
hite wispy aboveTur
ning his wings on th
e bird that sings A
nd a girl who once st
ole his love. Racin
g through time while
continuing to climbH
igher through the pri
sm of lightHis fing
er feathers the button
belowCapturing the
moment in flight. L
ingering there in pur
e mid-air Like a m
agic carpet in the wi
nd; Until jolted by
the sun on its morni
ng runWhile still dre
aming of that teleph
oto lens. Maybe today
, perhaps tomorrow,
He’ll capture the ill
usive the beast; The
athlete who
strives for the best in
side Or the homeless
sleeping in the street
s.He’ll stop small b
irds he’s seen and he
ard With their colorf
ul feathers, breast an
d crown; And chi
ldren playing in aut
umn leaves Scattere
d on the ground. W
eddings and rings, fl
owers in spring,Bu
tterflies, wistful and
bright; Pollinating
bees and hives in the
trees Or a harvest
moon late at night.
Meadows and moun
tains, free flowing f
ountainsAncient tem
ples in faraway place
s; Fireworks up high
on the 4th of Ju
ly Olympics and fa
st car races. But
now fully awakened
he knows he’s mista
kenAbout the focal
length in his dream
glass;Lens lust is a
photographer’s must
But this too, he k
nows, must
pass. Like water fl
owing in the riverA
nd wind passing thr
ough thin air;The w
orld he sees through
his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a pe
n. Is a wonder beyon
d compare. | Deta
ils | Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen.A photograp
her dreamed Of a
telephoto lens Captur
ing light waves Fr
om beginning to end
. Since time unleash
ed When the Big
Bang leaped An
d particles began life
’s history In swirlin
g clouds he wondered
how He might pict
ure a piece of the my
stery.Through polish
ed glass converging pa
st Planets, stars an
d seasOf swirling w
aves that danced and
swayed No less than
windswept trees.A
s he focused his drea
m glassWhere prese
nt meets past And
depth of field is wide
;Where the image is
clear and light strea
ks steer, Far away f
rom the photographe
r’s eye. With shutter
speed set like
a fast speed jet Bla
zing through the blu
e-white wispy aboveT
urning his wings on
the bird that sings A
nd a girl who once st
ole his love. Racin
g through time while
continuing to climbH
igher through the pri
sm of lightHis fing
er feathers the button
belowCapturing the
moment in flight. L
ingering there in pur
e mid-air Like a m
agic carpet in the wi
nd; Until jolted by
the sun on its morni
ng runWhile still dre
aming of that teleph
oto lens. Maybe today
, perhaps tomorrow,
He’ll capture the ill
usive the beast; The
athlete who strives f
or the best inside Or
the homeless sleepin
g in the streets.He’
ll stop small birds he
’s seen and heard W
ith their colorful feath
ers, breast and crow
n; And
children playing in a
utumn leaves Scatte
red on the ground.
Weddings and rings
, flowers in spring,
Butterflies, wistful
and bright; Pollina
ting bees and hives in
the trees Or a har
vest moon late at nig
ht. Meadows and m
ountains, free flowin
g fountainsAncient
temples in faraway
places; Fireworks u
p high on the 4th
of July Olympics
and fast car races.
But now fully awa
kened he knows he’s
mistakenAbout the f
ocal length in his dr
eam glass;Lens lust
is a photographer’s
must But this too
, he knows, must pa
ss. Like water flow
ing in the riverAnd
wind passing throu
gh thin air;The worl
d he sees through his
own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a pe
n. Is a wonder beyon
d compare. | Deta
ils | Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen.
A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang le
aped And particles
began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging past Planet
s, stars and seasOf
swirling waves that
danced and swayed N
o less than windswep
t trees.As he focuse
d his dream glassW
here present meets p
ast And depth of fi
eld is wide;Where th
e image is clear and
light streaks steer, F
ar away from the p
hotographer’s eye. W
ith shutter speed set
like a fast speed jet
Blazing through th
e blue-white wispy ab
oveTurning his wing
s on the bird
that sings And a g
irl who once stole his
love. Racing thro
ugh time while continu
ing to climbHigher
through the prism of
lightHis finger feat
hers the button below
Capturing the mome
nt in flight. Linge
ring there in pure m
id-air Like a magic
carpet in the wind;
Until jolted by the s
un on its morning r
unWhile still dreamin
g of that telephoto le
ns. Maybe today,
perhaps tomorrow,He
’ll capture the illusiv
e the beast; The ath
lete who strives for t
he best inside Or th
e homeless sleeping in
the streets.He’ll st
op small birds he’s s
een and heard With
their colorful feathers
, breast and crown;
And children play
ing in autumn leaves
Scattered on the g
round. Weddings an
d rings, flowers
in spring,Butterfli
es, wistful and brigh
t; Pollinating bees a
nd hives in the trees
Or a harvest moon
late at night. Mead
ows and mountains,
free flowing fountain
sAncient temples in
faraway places; F
ireworks up high on
the 4th of July
Olympics and fast ca
r races. But now
fully awakened he k
nows he’s mistakenA
bout the focal length
in his dream glass;
Lens lust is a phot
ographer’s must B
ut this too, he know
s, must pass. Like
water flowing in the
riverAnd wind pas
sing through thin air
;The world he sees t
hrough his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a pe
n. Is a wonder beyon
d compare. | Deta
ils | Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen.
A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang le
aped And particles
began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging past Planet
s, stars and seasOf
swirling waves that
danced and swayed N
o less than windswep
t trees.As he focuse
d his dream glassW
here present meets p
ast And depth of fi
eld is wide;Where th
e image is clear and
light streaks steer, F
ar away from the p
hotographer’s eye. W
ith shutter speed set
like a fast speed jet
Blazing through th
e blue-white wispy ab
oveTurning his wing
s on the bird
that sings And a g
irl who once stole his
love. Racing thro
ugh time while continu
ing to climbHigher
through the prism of
lightHis finger feat
hers the button below
Capturing the mome
nt in flight. Linge
ring there in pure m
id-air Like a magic
carpet in the wind;
Until jolted by the s
un on its morning r
unWhile still dreamin
g of that telephoto le
ns. Maybe today,
perhaps tomorrow,He
’ll capture the illusiv
e the beast; The ath
lete who strives for t
he best inside Or th
e homeless sleeping in
the streets.He’ll st
op small birds he’s s
een and heard With
their colorful feathers
, breast and crown;
And children play
ing in autumn leaves
Scattered on the g
round. Weddings an
d rings, flowers
in spring,Butterfli
es, wistful and brigh
t; Pollinating bees a
nd hives in the trees
Or a harvest moon
late at night. Mead
ows and mountains,
free flowing fountain
sAncient temples in
faraway places; F
ireworks up high on
the 4th of July
Olympics and fast ca
r races. But now
fully awakened he k
nows he’s mistakenA
bout the focal length
in his dream glass;
Lens lust is a phot
ographer’s must B
ut this too, he know
s, must pass. Like
water flowing in the
riverAnd wind pas
sing through thin air
;The world he sees t
hrough his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a pe
n. Is a wonder beyon
d compare. | Deta
ils | Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen. A photograp
her dreamed Of a
telephoto lens Captur
ing light waves Fr
om beginning to end
. Since time unleash
ed When the Big
Bang leaped An
d particles began life
’s history In swirlin
g clouds he wondered
how He might pict
ure a piece of the my
stery.Through polish
ed glass converging pa
st Planets, stars an
d seasOf swirling w
aves that danced and
swayed No less than
windswept trees.A
s he focused his drea
m glassWhere prese
nt meets past And
depth of field is wide
;Where the image is
clear and light strea
ks steer, Far away f
rom the photographe
r’s eye. With shutter
speed set like
a fast speed jet Bla
zing through the blu
e-white wispy aboveT
urning his wings on
the bird that sings A
nd a girl who once st
ole his love. Racin
g through time while
continuing to climbH
igher through the pri
sm of lightHis fing
er feathers the button
belowCapturing the
moment in flight. L
ingering there in pur
e mid-air Like a m
agic carpet in the wi
nd; Until jolted by
the sun on its morni
ng runWhile still dre
aming of that teleph
oto lens. Maybe today
, perhaps tomorrow,
He’ll capture the ill
usive the beast; The
athlete who strives f
or the best inside Or
the homeless sleepin
g in the streets.He’
ll stop small birds he
’s seen and heard W
ith their colorful feath
ers, breast and crow
n; And
children playing in a
utumn leaves Scatte
red on the ground.
Weddings and rings
, flowers in spring,
Butterflies, wistful
and bright; Pollina
ting bees and hives in
the trees Or a har
vest moon late at nig
ht. Meadows and m
ountains, free flowin
g fountainsAncient
temples in faraway
places; Fireworks u
p high on the 4th
of July Olympics
and fast car races.
But now fully awa
kened he knows he’s
mistakenAbout the f
ocal length in his dr
eam glass;Lens lust
is a photographer’s
must But this too
, he knows, must pa
ss. Like water flow
ing in the riverAnd
wind passing throu
gh thin air;The worl
d he sees through his
own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a pe
n. Is a wonder beyon
d compare. | Deta
ils | Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen.
A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang le
aped And particles
began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging past Planet
s, stars and seasOf
swirling waves that
danced and swayed N
o less than windswep
t trees.As he focuse
d his dream glassW
here present meets p
ast And depth of fi
eld is wide;Where th
e image is clear and
light streaks steer, F
ar away from the p
hotographer’s eye. W
ith shutter speed set
like a fast speed jet
Blazing through th
e blue-white wispy ab
oveTurning his wing
s on the bird
that sings And a g
irl who once stole his
love. Racing thro
ugh time while continu
ing to climbHigher
through the prism of
lightHis finger feat
hers the button below
Capturing the mome
nt in flight. Linge
ring there in pure m
id-air Like a magic
carpet in the wind;
Until jolted by the s
un on its morning r
unWhile still dreamin
g of that telephoto le
ns. Maybe today,
perhaps tomorrow,He
’ll capture the illusiv
e the beast; The ath
lete who strives for t
he best inside Or th
e homeless sleeping in
the streets.He’ll st
op small birds he’s s
een and heard With
their colorful feathers
, breast and crown;
And children play
ing in autumn leaves
Scattered on the g
round. Weddings an
d rings, flowers
in spring,Butterfli
es, wistful and brigh
t; Pollinating bees a
nd hives in the trees
Or a harvest moon
late at night. Mead
ows and mountains,
free flowing fountain
sAncient temples in
faraway places; F
ireworks up high on
the 4th of July
Olympics and fast ca
r races. But now
fully awakened he k
nows he’s mistakenA
bout the focal length
in his dream glass;
Lens lust is a phot
ographer’s must B
ut this too, he know
s, must pass. Like
water flowing in the
riverAnd wind pas
sing through thin air
;The world he sees t
hrough his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a pe
n. Is a wonder beyon
d compare. | Deta
ils | Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen. A photograp
her dreamed Of a
telephoto lens Captur
ing light waves Fr
om beginning to end
. Since time unleash
ed When the Big
Bang leaped An
d particles began life
’s history In swirlin
g clouds he wondered
how He might pict
ure a piece of the my
stery.Through polish
ed glass converging pa
st Planets, stars an
d seasOf swirling w
aves that danced and
swayed No less than
windswept trees.A
s he focused his drea
m glassWhere prese
nt meets past And
depth of field is wide
;Where the image is
clear and light strea
ks steer, Far away f
rom the photographe
r’s eye. With shutter
speed set like
a fast speed jet Bla
zing through the blu
e-white wispy aboveT
urning his wings on
the bird that sings A
nd a girl who once st
ole his love. Racin
g through time while
continuing to climbH
igher through the pri
sm of lightHis fing
er feathers the button
belowCapturing the
moment in flight. L
ingering there in pur
e mid-air Like a m
agic carpet in the wi
nd; Until jolted by
the sun on its morni
ng runWhile still dre
aming of that teleph
oto lens. Maybe today
, perhaps tomorrow,
He’ll capture the ill
usive the beast; The
athlete who strives f
or the best inside Or
the homeless sleepin
g in the streets.He’
ll stop small birds he
’s seen and heard W
ith their colorful feath
ers, breast and crow
n; And
children playing in a
utumn leaves Scatte
red on the ground.
Weddings and rings
, flowers in spring,
Butterflies, wistful
and bright; Pollina
ting bees and hives in
the trees Or a har
vest moon late at nig
ht. Meadows and m
ountains, free flowin
g fountainsAncient
temples in faraway
places; Fireworks u
p high on the 4th
of July Olympics
and fast car races.
But now fully awa
kened he knows he’s
mistakenAbout the f
ocal length in his dr
eam glass;Lens lust
is a photographer’s
must But this too
, he knows, must pa
ss. Like water flow
ing in the riverAnd
wind passing throu
gh thin air;The worl
d he sees through his
own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a pe
n. Is a wonder beyon
d compare. | Deta
ils | Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen.
A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang le
aped And particles
began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging past Planet
s, stars and seasOf
swirling waves that
danced and swayed N
o less than windswep
t trees.As he focuse
d his dream glassW
here present meets p
ast And depth of fi
eld is wide;Where th
e image is clear and
light streaks steer, F
ar away from the p
hotographer’s eye. W
ith shutter speed set
like a fast speed jet
Blazing through th
e blue-white wispy ab
oveTurning his wing
s on the bird
that sings And a g
irl who once stole his
love. Racing thro
ugh time while continu
ing to climbHigher
through the prism of
lightHis finger feat
hers the button below
Capturing the mome
nt in flight. Linge
ring there in pure m
id-air Like a magic
carpet in the wind;
Until jolted by the s
un on its morning r
unWhile still dreamin
g of that telephoto le
ns. Maybe today,
perhaps tomorrow,He
’ll capture the illusiv
e the beast; The ath
lete who strives for t
he best inside Or th
e homeless sleeping in
the streets.He’ll st
op small birds he’s s
een and heard With
their colorful feathers
, breast and crown;
And children play
ing in autumn leaves
Scattered on the g
round. Weddings an
d rings, flowers
in spring,Butterfli
es, wistful and brigh
t; Pollinating bees a
nd hives in the trees
Or a harvest moon
late at night. Mead
ows and mountains,
free flowing fountain
sAncient temples in
faraway places; F
ireworks up high on
the 4th of July
Olympics and fast ca
r races. But now
fully awakened he k
nows he’s mistakenA
bout the focal length
in his dream glass;
Lens lust is a phot
ographer’s must B
ut this too, he know
s, must pass. Like
water flowing in the
riverAnd wind pas
sing through thin air
;The world he sees t
hrough his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a pe
n. Is a wonder beyon
d compare. | Deta
ils | Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen.
A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang le
aped And particles
began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging past Planet
s, stars and seasOf
swirling waves that
danced and swayed N
o less than windswep
t trees.As he focuse
d his dream glassW
here present meets p
ast And depth of fi
eld is wide;Where th
e image is clear and
light streaks steer, F
ar away from the p
hotographer’s eye. W
ith shutter speed set
like a fast speed jet
Blazing through th
e blue-white wispy ab
oveTurning his wing
s on the bird
that sings And a g
irl who once stole his
love. Racing thro
ugh time while continu
ing to climbHigher
through the prism of
lightHis finger feat
hers the button below
Capturing the mome
nt in flight. Linge
ring there in pure m
id-air Like a magic
carpet in the wind;
Until jolted by the s
un on its morning r
unWhile still dreamin
g of that telephoto le
ns. Maybe today,
perhaps tomorrow,He
’ll capture the illusiv
e the beast; The ath
lete who strives for t
he best inside Or th
e homeless sleeping in
the streets.He’ll st
op small birds he’s s
een and heard With
their colorful feathers
, breast and crown;
And children play
ing in autumn leaves
Scattered on the g
round. Weddings an
d rings, flowers
in spring,Butterfli
es, wistful and brigh
t; Pollinating bees a
nd hives in the trees
Or a harvest moon
late at night. Mead
ows and mountains,
free flowing fountain
sAncient temples in
faraway places; F
ireworks up high on
the 4th of July
Olympics and fast ca
r races. But now
fully awakened he k
nows he’s mistakenA
bout the focal length
in his dream glass;
Lens lust is a phot
ographer’s must B
ut this too, he know
s, must pass. Like
water flowing in the
riverAnd wind pas
sing through thin air
;The world he sees t
hrough his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a pe
n. Is a wonder beyon
d compare. | Deta
ils | Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen. A photograp
her dreamed Of a
telephoto lens Captur
ing light waves Fr
om beginning to end
. Since time unleash
ed When the Big
Bang leaped An
d particles began life
’s history In swirlin
g clouds he wondered
how He might pict
ure a piece of the my
stery.Through polish
ed glass converging pa
st Planets, stars an
d seasOf swirling w
aves that danced and
swayed No less than
windswept trees.A
s he focused his drea
m glassWhere prese
nt meets past And
depth of field is wide
;Where the image is
clear and light strea
ks steer, Far away f
rom the photographe
r’s eye. With shutter
speed set like
a fast speed jet Bla
zing through the blu
e-white wispy aboveT
urning his wings on
the bird that sings A
nd a girl who once st
ole his love. Racin
g through time while
continuing to climbH
igher through the pri
sm of lightHis fing
er feathers the button
belowCapturing the
moment in flight. L
ingering there in pur
e mid-air Like a m
agic carpet in the wi
nd; Until jolted by
the sun on its morni
ng runWhile still dre
aming of that teleph
oto lens. Maybe today
, perhaps tomorrow,
He’ll capture the ill
usive the beast; The
athlete who strives f
or the best inside Or
the homeless sleepin
g in the streets.He’
ll stop small birds he
’s seen and heard W
ith their colorful feath
ers, breast and crow
n; And
children playing in a
utumn leaves Scatte
red on the ground.
Weddings and rings
, flowers in spring,
Butterflies, wistful
and bright; Pollina
ting bees and hives in
the trees Or a har
vest moon late at nig
ht. Meadows and m
ountains, free flowin
g fountainsAncient
temples in faraway
places; Fireworks u
p high on the 4th
of July Olympics
and fast car races.
But now fully awa
kened he knows he’s
mistakenAbout the f
ocal length in his dr
eam glass;Lens lust
is a photographer’s
must But this too
, he knows, must pa
ss. Like water flow
ing in the riverAnd
wind passing throu
gh thin air;The worl
d he sees through his
own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a pe
n. Is a wonder beyon
d compare. | Deta
ils | Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen.
A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang le
aped And particles
began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging past Planet
s, stars and seasOf
swirling waves that
danced and swayed N
o less than windswep
t trees.As he focuse
d his dream glassW
here present meets p
ast And depth of fi
eld is wide;Where th
e image is clear and
light streaks steer, F
ar away from the p
hotographer’s eye. W
ith shutter speed set
like a fast speed jet
Blazing through th
e blue-white wispy ab
oveTurning his wing
s on the bird
that sings And a g
irl who once stole his
love. Racing thro
ugh time while continu
ing to climbHigher
through the prism of
lightHis finger feat
hers the button below
Capturing the mome
nt in flight. Linge
ring there in pure m
id-air Like a magic
carpet in the wind;
Until jolted by the s
un on its morning r
unWhile still dreamin
g of that telephoto le
ns. Maybe today,
perhaps tomorrow,He
’ll capture the illusiv
e the beast; The ath
lete who strives for t
he best inside Or th
e homeless sleeping in
the streets.He’ll st
op small birds he’s s
een and heard With
their colorful feathers
, breast and crown;
And children play
ing in autumn leaves
Scattered on the g
round. Weddings an
d rings, flowers
in spring,Butterfli
es, wistful and brigh
t; Pollinating bees a
nd hives in the trees
Or a harvest moon
late at night. Mead
ows and mountains,
free flowing fountain
sAncient temples in
faraway places; F
ireworks up high on
the 4th of July
Olympics and fast ca
r races. But now
fully awakened he k
nows he’s mistakenA
bout the focal length
in his dream glass;
Lens lust is a phot
ographer’s must B
ut this too, he know
s, must pass. Like
water flowing in the
riverAnd wind pas
sing through thin air
;The world he sees t
hrough his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a pe
n. Is a wonder beyon
d compare. | Deta
ils | Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen.
A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang le
aped And particles
began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging past Planet
s, stars and seasOf
swirling waves that
danced and swayed N
o less than windswep
t trees.As he focuse
d his dream glassW
here present meets p
ast And depth of fi
eld is wide;Where th
e image is clear and
light streaks steer, F
ar away from the p
hotographer’s eye. W
ith shutter speed set
like a fast speed jet
Blazing through th
e blue-white wispy ab
oveTurning his wing
s on the bird
that sings And a g
irl who once stole his
love. Racing thro
ugh time while continu
ing to climbHigher
through the prism of
lightHis finger feat
hers the button below
Capturing the mome
nt in flight. Linge
ring there in pure m
id-air Like a magic
carpet in the wind;
Until jolted by the s
un on its morning r
unWhile still dreamin
g of that telephoto le
ns. Maybe today,
perhaps tomorrow,He
’ll capture the illusiv
e the beast; The ath
lete who strives for t
he best inside Or th
e homeless sleeping in
the streets.He’ll st
op small birds he’s s
een and heard With
their colorful feathers
, breast and crown;
And children play
ing in autumn leaves
Scattered on the g
round. Weddings an
d rings, flowers
in spring,Butterfli
es, wistful and brigh
t; Pollinating bees a
nd hives in the trees
Or a harvest moon
late at night. Mead
ows and mountains,
free flowing fountain
sAncient temples in
faraway places; F
ireworks up high on
the 4th of July
Olympics and fast ca
r races. But now
fully awakened he k
nows he’s mistakenA
bout the focal length
in his dream glass;
Lens lust is a phot
ographer’s must B
ut this too, he know
s, must pass. Like
water flowing in the
riverAnd wind pas
sing through thin air
;The world he sees t
hrough his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a pe
n. Is a wonder beyon
d compare. | Deta
ils | Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen.
A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang le
aped And particles
began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging past Planet
s, stars and seasOf
swirling waves that
danced and swayed N
o less than windswep
t trees.As he focuse
d his dream glassW
here present meets p
ast And depth of fi
eld
v
is wide;W
here the image is clea
r and light streaks st
eer, Far away from
the photographer’s
eye. With shutter spe
ed set like a fast spee
d jet Blazing throu
gh the blue-white wi
spy aboveTurning his
wings on the bird th
at sings And a girl
who once stole his lov
e. Racing through
time while continuing
to climbHigher throu
gh the prism of ligh
tHis finger feathers
the button belowCap
turing the moment in
flight. Lingering th
ere in pure mid-air
Like a magic
carpet in the wind;
Until jolted by the s
un on its morning r
unWhile still dreamin
g of that telephoto le
ns. Maybe today,
perhaps tomorrow,He
’ll capture the illusiv
e the beast; The ath
lete who strives for t
he best inside Or th
e homeless sleeping in
the streets.He’ll st
op small birds he’s s
een and heard With
their colorful feathers
, breast and crown;
And children play
ing in autumn leaves
Scattered on the g
round. Weddings an
d rings, flowers
in spring,
Butterflies, wistful
and bright; Pollina
ting bees and hives in
the trees Or a har
vest moon late at nig
ht. Meadows and m
ountains, free flowin
g fountainsAncient
temples in faraway
places; Fireworks u
p high on the 4th
of July Olympics
and fast car races.
But now fully awa
kened he knows he’s
mistakenAbout the f
ocal length in his dr
eam glass;Lens lust
is a photographer’s
must But this too
, he knows,
must pass. Like wa
ter flowing in the riv
erAnd wind passin
g through thin air;T
he world he sees thro
ugh his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,
There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a pe
n. Is a wonder beyon
d compare. | Deta
ils |
Photogra
pher Poem | |L
ittle to understand -
photographer’s guilt
I’m at the peak wa
tching the unknown,T
he rain today pourin
g at a different tone
.My insides wishin
g for a chance to de
fend,I wait at the e
dge for all of it to h
it the end.Ihear a b
oy crying over his p
arents pieces, An o
ld lady asking why to
Jesus.With brutal
weapons in everyone’s
hand,There’s very li
ttle to understand. T
hose screams, they ha
unt me every night,B
loody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die from a dista
nce.What I regret
now wish I could ch
ange it then,Rather
than being guilty an
d jotting it with a
pen. A p
hotographer dreamed
Of a telephoto len
s Capturing light w
aves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang le
aped And particles
began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging past Planet
s,
stars and seasOf sw
irling waves that da
nced and swayed N
o less than windswep
t trees.As he focuse
d his dream glassW
here present meets p
ast And depth of fi
eld is wide;Where th
e image is clear and
light streaks steer, F
ar away from the p
hotographer’s eye. W
ith shutter speed set
like a fast
speed jet B
lazing through the bl
ue-white wispy above
Turning his wings on
the bird that sings
And a girl who on
ce stole his love. R
acing through time w
hile continuing to clim
bHigher through th
e prism of lightHis
finger feathers the b
utton belowCapturing
the moment in fligh
t.
Lingering there in p
ure mid-air Like a
magic carpet in the w
ind; Until jolted by
the sun on its morni
ng runWhile still dre
aming of that teleph
oto lens. Maybe today
, perhaps tomorrow,
He’ll capture the ill
usive the beast; The
athlete who strives f
or the
best inside
Or the homeless sleepi
ng in the streets.He
’ll stop small birds h
e’s seen and heard W
ith their colorful feath
ers, breast and crow
n; And children p
laying in autumn leav
es Scattered on the
ground. Weddings
and rings, flowers
in spring,Butterfli
es, wistful and brigh
t; Pollinating bees a
nd hives in the trees
Or a harvest moon
late at night. Mead
ows and mountains,
free flowing fountain
sAncient temples in
faraway places; F
ireworks up
high on th
e 4th of July O
lympics and fast car
races. But now fu
lly awakened he know
s he’s mistakenAbo
ut the focal length in
his dream glass;Le
ns lust is a photogra
pher’s must But
this too, he knows,
must pass. Like wa
ter flowing in the riv
erAnd wind passin
g through thin air;T
he world he sees thro
ugh his own eyes. A
photographer dream
ed Of a telephoto
lens Captu
ring light waves F
rom beginning to end
. Since time unleash
ed When the Big
Bang leaped An
d particles began life
’s history In swirlin
g clouds he
wondered how He m
ight picture a piece o
f the mystery.Throu
gh polished glass conv
erging past Planets,
stars and seasOf s
wirling waves that
danced and
swayed No less than
windswept trees.A
s he focused his drea
m glassWhere prese
nt meets past And
depth of field
is wide;Where the im
age is clear and ligh
t streaks steer, Far
away from the photo
grapher’s eye. With
shutter
speed set l
ike a fast speed jet B
lazing through the bl
ue-white wispy above
Turning his wings
on the bird that sings
And a girl who on
ce stole his love. R
acing through
time while
continuing to climbH
igher through the pri
sm of
lightHis finger feath
ers the button
below Cap
turing the
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Media Landscape
Chapter 10Government communications –20 years of empowerment and development
Government communications –20 years of empowerment and development
The Government Communication and Information System (GCIS) was established in 1998 to actively communicate with the public about government policies, plans, programmes and achievements. This chapter traces its history and reflects on how far the organisation has come. A number of GCIS employees collaborated in the writing of this chapter.
GCISGCIS
A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang
leaped And particle
s began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging
past Planets, stars
and seasOf swirling
waves that danced an
d swayed No less t
han windswept trees
.As he focused his
dream glassWhere pr
esent meets past A
nd
depth of field is wide
;Where the image is
clear and light strea
ks steer, Far away f
rom the photographe
r’s eye. With shutter
speed set like a fast
speed jet Blazing
through the blue-whit
e
wispy aboveTurning
his wings on the bir
d that sings And a
girl who once stole h
is love. Racing thro
ugh time while continu
ing to climbHigher
through the prism of
lightHis finger feat
hers the button
belowCapturing the
moment in flight. L
ingering there in pur
e mid-air Like a m
agic carpet in the wi
nd; Until jolted by
the sun on its morni
ng runWhile still dre
aming of that teleph
oto lens. Maybe today
, perhaps tomorrow,
He’ll capture the ill
usive the beast; The
athlete who strives f
or the best inside Or
the homeless sleepin
g in the streets.He’
ll stop small birds he
’s seen and heard W
ith their colorful feath
ers, breast and crow
n; And children p
laying in autumn leav
es
Scattered on the gro
und. Weddings an
d rings, flowers in s
pring,Butterflies, w
istful and bright; P
ollinating bees and h
ives in the trees Or
a harvest moon late
at night. Meadows
and mountains, free
flowing fountainsA
ncient temples in far
away places; Firewor
ks
up high on the 4th
of July Olympics
and fast car races.
But now fully a
wakened he knows h
e’s mistakenAbout t
he focal length in hi
s dream glass;Lens
lust is a photograph
er’s must But this
too, he knows, must
pass. Like water fl
owing in the riverA
nd wind passing
through thin air;Th
e world he sees throu
gh his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g
over his parents piec
es, An old lady ask
ing why to Jesus.W
ith brutal weapons in
everyone’s hand,The
re’s very little to un
derstand. Those scream
s, they haunt me ev
ery night,Bloody eyes
staring down asking w
hy I didnt fight?L
ike any mortal I fe
ared my own existen
ce,I was a coward
watching them die fr
om a distance.What
I
regret now wish I c
ould change it then,R
ather than being gui
lty and jotting it wit
h a pen. Is a wonder
beyond compare. | D
etails | Photographe
r Poem | |Litt
le to understand - ph
otographer’s guiltI’
m at the peak watchi
ng the unknown,The
rain today pouring
at a different tone.M
y insides wishing for
a chance to defend,I
wait at the
edge for all of it to
hit the end.Ihear a
boy crying over his
parents pieces, An
old lady asking why
to Jesus.With bru
tal weapons in every
one’s hand,There’s v
ery little to understa
nd. Those screams,
they haunt me every
night,Bloody eyes st
aring down asking w
hy I didnt fight?L
ike any mortal I fe
ared my own existen
ce,I was a coward
watching them die
from a distance.What
I regret now wish
I could change it t
hen,Rather than be
ing guilty and jotting
it with a pen.
A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang le
aped And particles
began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging past Planet
s, stars and seasOf
swirling waves that
danced and swayed N
o less than windswep
t trees.As he
focused his dream gla
ssWhere present mee
ts past And depth o
f field is wide;Where
the image is clear an
d light streaks steer,
Far away from the
photographer’s eye.
With shutter speed s
et like a fast speed j
et Blazing through
the blue-white wispy
aboveTurning his w
ings on the bird tha
t sings And a girl
who once stole his lov
e. Racing through
time while continuing
to climbHigher throu
gh the prism of ligh
tHis finger feathers
the button belowCapt
uring the moment in
flight. Lingering th
ere in pure mid-air
Like a magic carpet
in the wind; Until
jolted by the sun on
its morning runWh
ile still dreaming of
that telephoto lens. M
aybe today, perhaps
tomorrow,He’ll cap
ture the illusive the b
east; The athlete wh
o strives for the best
inside Or the homel
ess sleeping in the st
reets.He’ll stop sma
ll birds he’s seen an
d heard With their co
lorful feathers, breast
and crown;
And children playin
g in autumn leaves
Scattered on the gro
und. Weddings an
d rings, flowers in s
pring,Butterflies, w
istful and bright; P
ollinating bees and h
ives in the trees Or
a harvest moon late
at night. Meadows
and mountains, free
flowing fountainsA
ncient temples in far
away places; Firewor
ks up high on the 4
th of July Olymp
ics and fast car race
s. But now fully
awakened he knows
he’s mistakenAbou
t the focal length in
his dream
glass;Lens lust is a
photographer’s must
But this too, he k
nows, must pass. L
ike water flowing in
the riverAnd wind p
assing through thin
air;The world he see
s through his own ey
es
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes
staring down asking w
hy I didnt fight?L
ike any mortal I fe
ared my own existen
ce,I was a coward
watching them die fr
om a distance.What
I regret now wish
I could change it the
n,Rather than bein
g guilty and jotting it
with a pen. Is a w
onder beyond compare
. | Details | Phot
ographer Poem | |
Little to understand
- photographer’s gu
iltI’m at the peak w
atching the unknown
,The rain today pou
ring at a different t
one.My insides wish
ing for a chance to
defend,I wait at th
e edge for all of it to
hit the end.Ihear a
boy crying over his
parents pieces, An
old lady asking why
to Jesus.With bru
tal weapons in every
one’s hand,There’s v
ery little to understa
nd. Those screams,
they haunt me every
night,Bloody eyes st
aring down asking w
hy I didnt fight?L
ike any mortal I fe
ared my own existen
ce,I was a coward
watching them die fr
om a distance.What
I regret now wish
I could change it the
n,Rather than bein
g guilty and jotting it
with a pen.
A photographer dre
amed Of a telephot
o lens Capturing ligh
t waves From beginn
ing to end. Since ti
me unleashed When
the Big Bang le
aped And particles
began life’s history
In swirling clouds he
wondered how He
might picture a piece
of the mystery.Thro
ugh polished glass con
verging past Planet
s, stars and seasOf
swirling waves that
danced and swayed N
o less than windswep
t trees.As he focuse
d his dream glassW
here present meets p
ast And depth of fi
eld is wide;Where th
e image is clear and
light streaks steer, F
ar away from
the photographer’s e
ye. With shutter spe
ed set like a fast spee
d jet Blazing throu
gh the blue-white wi
spy aboveTurning his
wings on the bird th
at sings And a girl
who once stole his lov
e. Racing through
time while continuing
to climbHigher throu
gh the prism of ligh
tHis finger feathers
the button belowCap
turing the moment in
flight. Lingering th
ere in pure mid-air
Like a magic carpet
in the wind; Until
jolted by the sun on
its morning runWh
ile still dreaming of
that telephoto lens. M
aybe today, perhaps
tomorrow,He’ll cap
ture the illusive the b
east; The athlete
who strives for the b
est inside Or the home
less sleeping in the st
reets.He’ll stop sma
ll birds he’s seen an
d heard With their co
lorful feathers, breast
and crown; And
children playing in a
utumn leaves Scatte
red on the ground.
Weddings and rings
, flowers in spring,
Butterflies, wistful
and bright; Pollina
ting bees and hives in
the trees Or a har
vest moon late at nig
ht. Meadows and m
ountains, free flowin
g fountainsAncient
temples in faraway
places; Fireworks u
p high on the 4th
of July Olympics
and fast car races.
But now fully awa
kened he knows he’s
mistaken
About the focal len
gth in his dream glas
s;Lens lust is a phot
ographer’s must B
ut this too, he know
s, must pass. Like
water flowing in the
riverAnd wind pas
sing through thin air
;The world he sees t
hrough his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond
compare. | Details
| Photographer P
oem | |Little to
understand - photogr
apher’s guiltI’m at
the peak watching the
unknown,The rain
today pouring at a
different tone.My i
nsides wishing for a
chance to defend,I
wait at the edge for
all of it to hit the en
d.Ihear a boy cryin
g over his parents p
ieces, An old lady
asking why to Jesu
s.With brutal weapon
s in everyone’s hand
,There’s very little t
o understand. Those
screams, they haunt
me every night,Blo
ody eyes staring dow
n asking why I didn
t fight?Like any m
ortal I feared my o
wn existence,I was
a coward watching t
hem die
from a distance.What
I regret now wish
I could change it t
hen,Rather than be
ing guilty and jotting
it with a pen. Is
a wonder beyond com
pare. | Details | P
hotographer Poem
| |Little to under
stand - photographer
’s guiltI’m at the p
eak watching the unk
nown,The rain toda
y pouring at a differ
ent tone.My insides w
ishing for a chance t
o defend,I wait at t
he edge for all of it
to hit the end.Ihear
a boy crying over h
is parents pieces, A
n old lady asking w
hy to Jesus.With b
rutal weapons in ever
yone’s hand,There’s
very little to understa
nd. Those screams,
they haunt me every
night,Bloody eyes st
aring down asking
why I didnt fight?L
ike any mortal I fe
ared my own existen
ce,I was a coward
watching them die fr
om a distance.What
I regret now wish
I could change it the
n,Rather than bein
g guilty and jotting it
with a pen. A ph
otographer dreamed
Of a telephoto lens
Capturing light wav
es From beginning
to end. Since time u
nleashed When the
Big Bang leaped
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