We are in agreement The birds and I Our sacred covenant N’er to be broken
They swear To look for you At every corner And shadow
For the price of suet and seed
And when found They will report to me Your whereabouts In complete detail Whether high or low
They follow my every step
Now, no longer Do I wait by lit window Nor anticipate another sunset Without half of my soul
Be it cliff or chilly waters Mired exposure Dangers from vicious beasts Dangers from within Or falls within the abyss of doubt
We will find you And you will find me In this new place You bring us to.
There is no such thing as Valentines Day. There is no such thing as romance. There is only the practice of love. It takes us through dark places into the light. It takes our every ounce of strength, and gives us comfort when everything changes. And only works, when we give everything without accounting. Not easy.
Understand how the camera works. Understand ALL the possibilities. Understand the rules. Then go and make whatever the mind can imagine with these tools. Push the camera to its limits. Reveal all the possibilities. Break all the rules if you have to. Make new rules.