The poet of course is always looking behind the picture, seeking out a story or an inspiration; a diving board or a precipice from which to launch him or herself.
Walking through the old cemetery park I meet a fellow photographer, he, I, and many others are brought out by the early autumn's morning sunlight.
"Some people take moody pictures here, but I like to use the warmth of the sun; to give the gravestones a charm, a richness, to create a story"
I agree and say that I am filming for celebration; we exchange emails, he has a Nikon, large format, camera.
