It Depends on My Focus

Depends

It Depends

What I see always depends on my focus

Whatever lies beyond that is unrecognized

Too close and  it becomes a fuzzy blur of color

My f-stop is far to low and my exposure nil

Yet there is one sweet spot of clarity

That  place where life thrives

The tender place of ease

Where nothing else

Matters

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4 thoughts on “It Depends on My Focus

  1. Dang! Can I crawl inside your head for awhile? Amazing depth born of a simple thought. The photo complements very nicely!

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