Appareil-photo

Wings spread apart, the sun gleaming through the tips of the feathers that make such a marvelous creature. The water swirling about as each motion it makes through the meadow brings the grass to a resting position when its motioned by nature to caress the water as it meets the sunset. He focuses and takes a bow, a bow that will affect his life to greater predilection from those who count on him, those who seek his true feelings, the feelings that bring each and everyone of them closer and closer to the truth, the truth that lays beneath each leaf, each puddle and tree. And as every object in nature, they cease, but before they do he captures their image when in full bloom of splendor, and that’s what motivates his bow; the mere glorification in great extent of the magnitude of each piece. Each piece that define what he considers the masterpieces of all creation, and the gift of heaven he has, the chance to capture each, but not every, the splendors of life.