What gets left behind
with our unmade minds
forever rushing?
What do we leave behind
if we did not take the
the time to notice?
What is no longer mine
because neither you nor I
could take our time?
12/02/2024 j.g.l.
look around
Be thankful
for what you have, for
what you have to let go of,
and for those who are still
with you. Gratitude comes
in many forms. Look around.
Be thankful.
j.g.l.
cloud songs
It is only silence and only
for now, a minute or three
but who is counting?
Enough, for now.
Slight Repose, a little grace,
enough until you have
found your place. Might be
morning, or the end of the day,
yet it is time to yourself anyway.
For now.
11/29/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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Posted on August 8, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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I have spent much of my life on the other side
of the camera. My parents encouraged (or put
up with) my interest in photography from a
young age. I’ve studied all aspects of the craft
from composition to darkroom techniques
(and I’m still learning), have worked with small,
medium, and large format film, embraced digital,
imaging, and have had the privilege of earning
a living as a daily newspaper photographer.
I’ve covered news, sports, fashion, entertainment,
politics, and everything in between, spending my
time lugging around an over-equipped camera
bag and never noticing the weight.
I’ve taken a camera with me everywhere, and
still do to this day, and there is one thing I have
come to know . . .
A camera will take you more places
than you take it.
j.g.l.
