Shmeez inna Punkin

When we found we were missing a fuzzy gentleman,
we found him in the jack-o-lantern.
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I had a detailed movie-dream a couple of weeks ago. What surprised me was the strength of the imagery, and the narration that went with it. Inside what looked like a hospital, some doctors were hurriedly escorting a large black woman in labor down the hall. They were nearly dragging her, when she suddenly stood up straight and the dream-camera froze and faded. These were the exact words that followed:
Somewhere between the first and sixth floors, that woman became a tree. Her legs separated and rooted to the floor, mouth opened silently upward, belly quivered heavy with life. There was something sick inside.
I by no means consider myself a photographer. Photography is a the art of capturing visuals that no one can imitate. To take a picture all you need to do is pick up a camera, point, and shoot from your particular point of view; that's what I do.
I occasionally wish I had the talent and vision to be a real photographer, but I'm comfortable with my mediocrity. Are you?
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