Nikon

Click.
Her brown eyes,
like a pair
of gleaming smokey topaz,
peer through the aperture.
Click.
Her hair,
gently tousled in the wind
reminded me of watching
the invigorating stream
of hot coffee in the morning,
from pot to cup.
Click.
Bustling vistas,
majestic valleys,
flaxen shores,
dusty bar stools,
muddy boots,
floral prints;
she captured them all.
Click.
I always found myself
speechless
when I watched her take pictures.
I have seen many,
many
incredulous things throughout my life.
But watching art
capture art,
truly captivated me.
Click.

~LT

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