Friday, 3 June 2011

Random Pebbles

As photographers
we walk, trudge and skip
through life randomly
picking up images
Like a naughty boy
Picks up pebbles
For his shelf or catapult.
Sometimes we step on a mine
or land on our butts
in the personal space
of a dazzling damsel
or a putrified politician
The Photographer
Is a solitary spider
Often lurking in boring spaces
Seeking preys or praise
Or a little significance.
The camera is an amazing
Wall to hide behind
When nothing makes sense.
It’s definitely easier to shoot war
Than share a roof with a termagant.


Anonymous said...

How you dey talk big english!

Nana Kofi Acquah said...

Termagant be big word but I use am for safety. I no want make any "activists" come assault me for here :)

Edward Echwalu said...

I love the depth of field..of the boy selling was like it was his work to work the entire stadium!

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