Photographic poetry

While browsing through my favorite photography website and its discussion boards, I happened upon a post by someone asking, “How did you get involved with photography?” Lots of responses…many people talked about their loved ones getting them involved, or having cameras from a very young age, or stumbling on it later in life. It was interesting to read, but my very favorite post came from a man named Luis, who talked about his father allowing him to use one of his old Leicas for the first time. I wanted to share what he wrote not just to share it, but to “capture” it myself so I can revisit it later without having to do crazy searches on the photography site. And maybe try to explain why I love photography so much.

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In Pace Requiescat, Bill Jay

Tonight, after returning home from work and changing clothes, Zozer and I headed outside to enjoy the fine weather. She pedaled her trike out of the garage while I moseyed down the driveway to the mailbox. M’s at the All-Star game, and I was looking forward to a Girls’ Night and then some relaxation.

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