Photo Lessons

My dad and brother did photography;
my daughter took it up before 15.
A crowded field, there wasn’t space for me –
I stuck with rhyme and meter for my screen.
I sketched and painted too. I honed my sight,
and though I liked their photographs, I thought
the camera lens restrictive, that I might
view better than what film and darkrooms wrought.

Along came smartphones, lending to us all
an easy way to snap a shot not poor.
I started taking pictures, and I learned
how different is the seeing when it’s small.
Confessing I was wrong and over-sure,
I’ve gained perspective where their art’s concerned.

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