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Photography is a Well of Youth.
Photography is a well of youth. I drop a bucket, and wait for it to make a splash but it never does… my shutter speed must be on T.
T for bad poeTry… T for Trivial and T for my name you don’t call.
Photography is a spell of truth. What is there - rushes to fill the darkness of dancing silhouettes, and we try to kiss while we can see.
Photography is a tongue that lies. It licks the walls of my camera when I advance the film. It licks my sweaty palms. It licks the viewers eyes as if there is something in it…
It must be dust from the sheets where you lie uninvitingly. I ask you to stay as you are, but my shutter won’t engage… must be the end.
Photography is a disappointment…
