As I See It
I have stared at these pictures I took over the last several months, shuffled them about, and stared at them again, hoping the right words just come. They didn't. So there you have it. A picture poem. I don't know if this makes me a creative genius, or a lazy writer succumbing to the word blockage we all feel in the presents of beautiful things. Poor excuse I guess. Poets write about ugliness and beauty all the time; the fact that an image is worth a thousand more words than their little rhyme doesn't seem to stop them. Well it stopped me and I willingly surrender. My words would have sanded down the story these amateur phone-pictures tell. I hope they tell you a story too, and I hope it's a good one, because you wont hear it from me.
Stay dangerous my friends.
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