photucatcher
it has been an eternity since i have picked up a camera, cupped the lens gently, looked through the viewfinder and squeezed to hear the sound of the shutter opening and closing with a soft, silky click.
capturing the moment, before it dies before your eyes, choosing the opportune moment, when time and space converges and pastes itself onto the photo-canvas. for a fleeting jiffy the universe punctured, the core bleeds to live on for posterity.
throbbing, fettered, it is set free, to be reproduced over and over again.
black and white
array of dazzling colours
beauty pure and simple or a grotesque gash embossed.
a sunrise
moon, haunting dance of shadow and sparkle
lights, camera
satisfaction