An image in motion, an illusion.

Brought forth a century of eclectic art.

The imagination of a book, in front of your eyes.

Something with which I cannot part.


I am a dynamic story teller.

The world now has a connection,

more visual than sign language.

Painting with light, I portray emotion.


The world is my muse.

Seven billion stories and counting,

With my camera I seek them out,

Like the conquistadors and that youthful fountain.


Some are meant to live amazing stories.

Tales of heroes and the villains they face.

Some are meant to tell those stories.

It's those, with my camera, that I'll forever chase.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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