I am not a photographer.
I am a watcher.
I gather memories.
I scoop up moments.
I look to remain thankful.
Loveliness flees my mind far to quickly.
Lately, the lens is angled and soft.
All is blurry, but one: the moment in the middle.
The soft lens makes more palatable the hard days we face.
I drill down.
The essence in front of me.
Find joy in curve of cheek and bend of eye.
Simple and small, made large.
I see the world really there, not just the trial.
A world that is soft and luminous with light.
Blessing me...
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