The Photographer Poem by Dean Thorpe

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The photographer by Dean Thorpe

A normal person sees a storm,
thinks help and runs away

A photographer sees that storm,
and runs the other way

Off into the cold they go,
the wind, the rain and more

To capture pics no matter what,
of all the things they saw

Watching all the huge waves crashing,
defiantly they stand

Looking out from beneath the pier,
with camera in hand

Why do we do such stupid things,
like photograph the snow

We can't resist to get that pic,
so off we always go

We see the world through rule of thirds,
and many shades of grey

The search to get the perfect shot,
continues every day

I am a photographer, I don't mean I work as a photographer, its much more than that, it is what I am. I am not saying I am a perfect photographer, I still have a lot more to learn and stil get bad photos sometimes, but photography is a HUGE part of my life and I never go anywhere without a camera, just in case!.

I do think there is something very different about the brain of a photographer, who in their right mind travels towards disasters, wars, storms, wild animals and other things that most people run away from. Photographers can find beauty in a cracked window, a crumpled can on a beach or millions of other things that most people would not even notice.

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