Capturing light, shadow and such
Is work for an artistic eye,
Though to catch a breeze or gentle touch
Is more than it could spy…
But I feel the warmth of the sun,
The cold that emanates from snow…
Has itself the paper undone
For it’s captured essence to overflow?
I hear the spinning of fabric
When the unknown miss is caught in turn.
I sense the scene… so dramatic…
I feel the meaning I yearn!
I smell the ocean
Though I’m far away…
And I feel the motion
Of the water’s spray!
I live and flavour
Every picture you take.
It’s substance I can savour
In this art that you create.
