words

Shutters and clicks

Crisp and clear
It has no emotions of its own
And yet it has a way it wraps things in glamour
Once an object stands before it.
Beings and things are transformed into ethreal like substances
Suddenly something so everyday becomes god-like
A camera’s romance written in the sounds of the shutter as it blinks and paints
Like a select aritst with the richest of oil colors no pallete holds
The angles and shapes of a face made to seduce as though guided when the lens is only present to capture what stands before it
Moments and movements frozen as the air is shuttered to break continuity

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