Photographer’s Ballad, by Grit Laskin

Well, early Saturday morning I was strolling in the wood.

I came upon a lady who by the wayside stood.

“And what, pray tell, would such a lass as you be doing here?”

“I’ve come to take some photographs,” she said, as I drew near.

 

Said I to her, “I do declare, this is a fateful day.

For I have come to photograph, the same as you did say.”

Then I took out my Nikon F and placed it in her hand.

She said, “That’s quite a camera, Sir, you have at your command.”

 

My camera so delighted her, she could no more delay.

She let me see her camera case, wherein her accessories lay.

“I’m sure,” she said, “you have most everything that can be bought…

Just let me stretch my tripod out before I take some shots.”

 

We photographed from haylofts, and up against the wall.

If you’ve not shot on Saturday night, you’ve not photographed at all.

She had her shutter open wide, for daylight all was gone.

Likewise my naked camera lens, it had its filter on.

 

This lady had experience with cameras, yes indeed.

And I thought her exposures the best I’d ever seen.

Although she seemed to tire not, as on and on we went,

I said, “I’ll have to stop now; my film supply is spent.”

 

She said, “I’ve had Mirandas, Yashicas and Rolleis.

Hasselblad and Pentax, likewise a Polaroid.

Fujica, Canon, Nikkormat, a Kodak and the rest.

But now I’ve seen your Nikon F, and surely it’s the best!”

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~ by Karen Rosenblum on November 25, 2012.

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