I spent the last hour contemplating these two photos and the following poem resulted. It's gone through several iterations, but this is what I have so far. You could choose to think of it as an homage (however poorly presented).
Camera Obscura
We see not (the droplets distort as they obscure, and instead lie like tiny German drips across a glassy stage) truth: Hiding, it slips away unmoved.
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Were the droplets on your camera lens or on glass in front of the camera?
I spent the last hour contemplating these two photos and the following poem resulted. It's gone through several iterations, but this is what I have so far. You could choose to think of it as an homage (however poorly presented).
Camera Obscura
We see not (the droplets
distort as they obscure,
and instead lie like tiny
German drips across a
glassy stage) truth: Hiding,
it slips away unmoved.
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