
Walk, don’t walk,
Don’t ask me,
I’m just passing by.
I’m minding my business,
Thinking of nothing,
Absorbing the tones of the street.
Then you come along,
And my lens re-awakens,
A moment where I stand quiet.
Quick as a flash
I point and I shoot,
Before you can even react.
We share a moment,
You and I,
As sacred and eternal
As moments can be.
The world stands still,
For a blink of an eye,
Then resumes its rhythmic parade.
Walk, don’t walk,
Don’t ask me,
I’m just passing by.

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I am an artist, photographer, writer, singer-song writer/musician (pianist), Silversmith/Jewellery Designer and Intuitive. I speak various languages. I am currently retired and continuing to be a student of life. I have three children. And generally speaking I am very spiritual - I also have a very sarcastic and sharp sense of humour... I am what I am and my life's challenge is to 'Know Myself' (so far I'm doing ok with that). I also love coffee passionately. There is so much more to me than all of this, so sit back and have a little read and perhaps you'll discover something new, not just about me but about you too ;)!
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