I am a photographer.
I paint with light. I chase it like a hunter.
I capture time in increments as fast as 1/8000th of a sec,
and as long as Bulb.
With my magic of silver, dyes, and electrons.
A moment becomes forever by my hand.
I am a voyeur. A peeping tom.
I see in the dark and I reign in the light.
I view the things that are, and imagine those that cannot be.
I look and I truly see.
I wear the hats of many.
I am a climber, a diver, a driver, a miner.
A mother, a father, a son, and a daughter.
An artist.
I sail the seven seas.
I walk across deserts and brave the arctic breeze.
I march through jungles. I trek airy peaks.
Just to try and look and see.
I contort, I wedge, I bend, I pose.
I crawl through sand, dirt, fire, the snows.
I shoot the mountains large, the smallest of rose.
I frequent the places where no one else will go.
Famine, fires, floods, wars, earthquakes.
Their prints sit beside those of pristine lakes.
The lens unflinching at the horror, the horror.
It is only there to look and see.
I chronicle our time, the history of earth and man.
I record my life in portions of seconds.
Till that final shutter closes.
My images will remain when I am gone.
Reminding others that I was here.
That I was unafraid to look and see.
I was a photographer.
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