Mobile
I recall cameras when using roll of film
Varied-size
Photography was art of time with lights
And angles
I set the camera, in the room, and on B
Shot three
First taken in my room, then with lights
More later
The last was when sun hung in fullness.
With things changed unlike then every
Hand carries a camera, tiny, small and
People are artists, shoot photo or movie
No heart beats to save the, injured, dead
Subjects are videoed, recorded in floods.
Regardless! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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