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to rcroning
Very clever, as is the poem that goes with it.
And on the eighth day,
God looked down on his planned paradise and said,
“I need a documenter,”
so God made a photographer
God said, “I need someone willing to get up before dawn, deal with models,
work in Lightrooms and darkrooms, work with models again, eat supper,
and then go to town and stay past midnight at a wedding,”
so God made a photographer.
“I need someone with arms steady enough to hold a camera,
yet gentle enough to focus,”
so God made a photographer.
God said, “I need someone willing to sit up all night editing a new shoot,
know that 98% aren’t any good, then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next year’,”
so God made a photographer.
God had to have someone willing to travel
to the ends of the Earth at double speed
to get the shot in ahead of the golden hour,
so God made a photographer.
Someone who’d bale a family together
with the soft, strong bonds of sharing,
who’d laugh and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes
when his son says he wants to spend his whole life what dad does,
so God made a photographer. |
