I love to take pictures of everything, I believe this was my father’s doing, as a teenager I spent many hours in the darkroom helping him develop films, he had such an eye for photography and art. We would absorb the world through a camera lens.
Photography is what spurred my interest in digital art. The double exposures, effects, overlays, and textures one can bring to a single tap of a button. Here in this free verse poetry, I try to describe what it’s like. Hope you enjoy it.
On the surface of anomalistic paving stones
light stretches across dimensions.
For a fleeting time
shadows play with depth and perception.
I watch with camera in hand as a bystander in darkness.
Already I see shadows marauding grooves, endless voids.
I feel the quietness rush,
Imaging it is stopping an erected buzzing lamppost.
I stand and anticipate.
The exchange of light and darkness.
The chilling air.
Revealing time has moved a micro-second.
And then the shape changes,
And rectangular become longer,
And wider, lighter shades fade.
Whose fluctuations captured by a camera lens in video mode?
And the photographer whose knees are bending
Aching and balanced.
She inhales and breathes out slowly—
For creating picture-perfect…shakiness isn’t plausible.
As a photographer in a long black coat, with nimble fingers.
On the start button,
Time encapsulated, and shadows and light, framed second by second.
Steady is the hand that holds.
Molding, bending over grooves.
The greatest video made
Is one tested with patience?
One of creativity.
Something inspiring about it—
I mean, the moment of shadows and light.