Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2016/05/04
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]Hi Crew, My niece in the UK is a very fine author/poet in early years and wrote this poem about her Uncle Ted as a photojournalist. Not bad for a young lady 16 yrs. I'd say. cheers, Ted Grant. CM Dedicated to Canadian photojournalist, Uncle Ted Grant <http://tedgrantphoto.com/> "Jesus Christ! Would you look at that" - then click! His voice smoky as the wind. When he speaks he looks to the distance, ruddy horizons, - blind in one eye but the sight sharper. At 83, he still holds his camera gently, but poised - ready to pounce, a hunter, a gatherer, horse at the ready, tracking life in its rawest - moments unnoticed, a flick of the spur! An eye into focus. Human nature bared, unfiltered - like a shot of whiskey, smooth and rough, "Don't think just click!" His hands a little shaky now, he flicks through his book; his work - life mapped out trodden tracks, sudden sun on worn out paths. His eyes cool, calm, cantering quick, though now, sometimes, they well right up, memories stirred like desert dust. "Don't think too much" he'd say, shaking his head, "It's just life" - a thousand lives along the wrinkles of his cheeks. and grabbing his stetson swinging a camera round his chest, he'd ride away into the sun like there's nothing to it. a silhouette. against the horizon of life --- This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software. https://www.avast.com/antivirus