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Walking through Paris with a Leica in hand,
Chasing moments I don’t yet understand.
Light hits the cobblestones, children at play,
Truth unfolds quietly, then slips away.
It’s not about posing, not about fame,
It’s finding the soul that has no name.
A heartbeat, a shadow, the curve of a line,
The world revealing what’s truly divine.
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I don’t paint or stage or rearrange,
I wait for the instant — sudden, strange.
When chaos and order choose to agree,
The frame takes form and sets me free.
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For me, photography is to place
Head, heart, and eye along the same line of sight.
It’s a way of life,
A balance of shadow and light.
Every breath, a question of time,
Every frame, a fragment of mind.
For me, photography is to place
Head, heart, and eye along the same line of sight.
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I’ve learned to forget myself to see,
The world’s not mine — it speaks through me.
A discipline born of quiet grace,
Geometry dances in every face.
The shutter whispers, the soul replies,
Moments eternal, where beauty lies.
To give meaning, one must be involved,
Through focus, feeling, all resolved.
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It’s the breath before the motion,
Where all thought meets emotion.
A fraction of life in a blink of an eye,
The click, the capture — the reason why.
Not the man, but the moment remains,
Held forever in silver grains.
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For me, photography is to place
Head, heart, and eye along the same line of sight.
It’s a way of life,
A balance of shadow and light.
Every breath, a question of time,
Every frame, a fragment of mind.
For me, photography is to place
Head, heart, and eye along the same line of sight.
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Through the viewfinder, I learn to see,
The fleeting truth that sets me free.
Economy of means, simplicity’s call,
To forget oneself — that’s to see it all.
For me, photography is to place
Head, heart, and eye along the same line of sight