Poem: Learning to See

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,
changes everything,

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.


One comment

  1. No one is left to tell me what happened to Dad’s old Brownie. So it does. Mysteries never to be solved.

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