Photography Life

I am not myself without a camera in hand.

Whether in the snow or lying in the sand.

The colors move me

Like a branch on a tree.

A beautiful scene in my fingers.

Gives me a feeling I hope lingers.

A mesmorizing view stops me dead in my tracks

I add filters of blues, pinks, and blacks.

The morning sunrise to an evening sunset

The sights are something like I've never met.

Pictures capture all aspects of  our Earth.

The good, the bad, and every single birth.

I can't live without my photography

It's all I seem to have in me.

It has become my best friend

And a love that will never end.

The moments I capture is all I am all about

Because photography is what I cannot live without

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