The Eye of a Photographer

 

My eyes catch a glimpse of little girls giggling playfully.

They dilly dally in the center of a wide open field,

and the sun shines on their bouncing blonde curls evanescently.

This moment captured would assure my mind a memory sealed.

So I reach for the tool I use to paint the words of stories.

I reach for my method of expression to seize the vision.

 I have discovered that the moments ebb and flow so swiftly.
Yet, there is a great accolade for moving on and forward.
There is great reward in seeing with eyes of fidelity.
There is promise in pressing toward the beauty that’s before.

Because just as soon as one captivating sight escapes you

a new will appear, longing to be seen with inspired eyes.