This, the struggle for elsewhere seems tangible…when bringing the camera into focus.
A forest for the mind…blankets me…reaches beyond, here or there.
Could this be the perfect picture?
Where the subject matter is distant and unkind.
Could this land of elsewhere…
drive me to nooks and crannies of artistry…I have yet to find?
Often I suspect my feet melted to the soiled ground.
I lean my knowledge on too many textbooks and previous illustrated wishing wells.
Uniquely, after a pitfall or two…
I respectfully understand there is no perfect picture or somewhere else.
And, this to me is where improvisation casts upon me…its greatest spell.
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