“What Are You Photographing?”
What are you photographing?,
they so often ask.
A bit of rock,
some graffiti,
a twig, a leaf.
Patterns, I reply.
They shrug,
and turn away.
What if I told them
the Truth?
God!
What are you photographing?,
they so often ask.
A bit of rock,
some graffiti,
a twig, a leaf.
Patterns, I reply.
They shrug,
and turn away.
What if I told them
the Truth?
God!