My Masterpiece

I stood steady, waiting. My hands tightly gripping the round wood.

I took a deep breath and began.

I stepped back, twisting my hips,

flicking my wrists, fast and forcefully.

I could hear the wood slice through the cool air.

All my movements were fast, fierce, and flowed together seamlessly.

I could feel my power through the wood as I cut through the air,

my body twisting and turning.

It all fueled my energy.

After a final turn it came to a sudden stop,

And I ended with a bow.

I Love...

I love the weight
I love the odd feeling of only using one eye
I love snapping
I love clicking
I love viewing it all up close
I love viewing it all artisticly
I love the selective blurring
I love the not knowing
I love the automatic aping
I love subjects
I love the natural
I love the candid
I love the odd
I love the posed
I love the editing
I love the outcome
I love flickr
I love photography.

Slide

There it was. The one little red rock. Not too far, but not close enough to easily reach. I felt like a young, tiny child, seeing the tempting cookie jar that was just out of my reach. I would have to jump for it.
First jump.
A miss.
Hand stretched out, wide spread fingers slapping the cool, rock wall and sliding back down with the rest of me.
Second jump.
Again a miss.
Arms and legs shaking now. Growing quickly tired and drained of energy. But I would not let this defeat me.
One last leap...
And victory!
Now, the rest of the wall to climb…