Learning to See
It was your first camera, a castoff
from your father, a thing of film
and mysterious dials,
a science experiment of trial and error,
learning by mistake, how to see.
That was forty years ago,
but the lessons remain,
how a slight change,
About this poem.
A long poem made short.
My first camera really was an Argus C3, the camera in the picture. And it really did teach me how I could change how I see, a skill that I use every day. And not just with my camera.
No one is left to tell me what happened to Dad’s old Brownie. So it does. Mysteries never to be solved.