hanmilo

The infant let its first cry While the Reaper readies its shovel The kiddo swung its swing While the Reaper marked its perimetre The teen met its first crush While the Reaper drew its first worth of dirt The youth started its family While the Reaper's dirt pile laid in the youth's peripheral vision The adult began to taste its fruits of labour While the Reaper disappeared into the depths of its work, only temporarily The grandparent watched its childhood embodied in the new While the Reaper whispered, "Anytime now." "Glad Death had been patient with me." While the Reaper rested a blanket of dirt over. --- Inspired

My current goal in photography is to be able to take pictures as I want them to be in any situation; no surprises (as fun as they can be, it's poor mastery). Just having consistent, predictable scene captures as I picture them to be.