It stopped you
Stole a beat or two
But you saw it
And your camera did, too
Sometimes it appears
without you knowing
You find it later
Cropping away
There are those times
The calculated frame
The mistaken light
Became an ally
or
an adversary
Only for precision
Against an intent
You modify and adjust
Reinvent
But there are those moments
Where your plan and your science converge
Your subject and perspective weave together
Pattern after pattern appear and swim
through space
through glass
They land upon
your sensor
your medium
And somehow,
There is this new world
that you can hold
in your own hands
