In the course of my life
I think of all the going
When I should have stayed
Of the coming
When I should have been
Running away
And so the machine of me
Sits undecided in Genoa
To come
To go
Or just await what
The road brings
His way.
Who every time they aim
Hit the mark sharply
Then there are the rest of us
Who every time we aim
Are just happy to be in the
Upper seats
In the ball park
By slowing the shutter and ISO and Aperture as slow as possible in broad daylight without totally blowing the scene to a naked white girl in snow, I learned one thing: my sensor is woefully full of dust!
Excited we heard before we saw
that deep felt call from the sky
Passing beneath the chicken cage
did the hens not say,
There must be more than eggs?
