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Ars Photographica Lines then more lines,

Straight lines and curved lines,

Blue lines, white lines, and black lines,

Spiky lines, deformed lines, or discontinued lines.

Lines crawl along the lithe and graceful body of the city,

Guiding our attention, pleasing our eye, shifting our focus from one place to another.

As they intersect they form dots, shapes, dimensions, the smell of destiny, and coincidence.

Sometimes it can be empty,

It can be simple,

Sometimes it will be abundant, rich, messy, or full.

Full of laughter, full of movements, full of ideas, full of expressions, full of gifts.

But click it

Fast.

For that, a perfectly imperfect moment can’t be a second later or a second earlier.

That moment has reached its state of eternity;

That building, that ice cream, that blue, that turning ball, that anger, would never be the same again.

Someone is angry, someone is lost, someone is looking, someone wandering on the street, someone waiting;

Endless stories and events can fit in a frame.

But we collide when everything is just right.

It can’t be any heavier or lighter,

The balance is formed.

Look at it a second longer,

Just a moment longer.

Did you see the clean blue I saw?

Did you feel the wind from the turning ball I felt?

Did you smell the leafy sweat I smelt?

Did you try to look at every detail, try to figure out the story behind everything?

Did that remind you of times you forgot?

Maybe that blue hot summer we all shared,

That we lost.

We all wish that moment would last a little longer, maybe forever.

Now in a frame.

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