Someday I dream I will have a real camera, just like Pinocchio dreamed of becoming a real boy.
Pinocchio pretended to be a real boy made of flesh and blood even though he was made of wood, just as I pretend that I have a real camera even though it is an old flip phone that takes grainy shaky photos. It isn't always the tools that get the shot, and you just have to make it with what you have while you have it.
My interests are in tags, and graffiti, things that will be gone tomorrow, sometimes viewed as trash and vandalism, even if it is a piece of garbage, I have an interest in snapping a photo with my little phone.
Plus a dash of poetry and quotes now and then.
Old San Juan in Puerto Rico
Lawrence Ferlinghetti reads.
