A Different Kind of Tall (Small) - This Town Needs Guns

The walls parallel lines

Will act as your guides

Into distance they divide

Refracting bounced light

Frequencies collide

Open the aperture wide

To let the light inside

The lenses eye

Focus the 50 mm prime

Adjust the shutter speed time

Just right

Ingrained in the grain

And drunk on bokeh

Cutting time into frame

In black, white and grey

Exposure

Exposes all your highlights

Think I’ll stop down

And bracket stops either side

Tilt, shift

Pull your body in tight

Please don’t be shy

Your form is too perfect to hide

Proportion scorches emulsion

To stir emotion

Shutter stops heart rates

Hold your breath for camera shake