A funny poem by
Mehere
If you can hold your cam when all about you
Are dropping theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust your eye when the auto doubts you
But use exposure bracket mode too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being shoved about, don't fail to shoo,
Or being envied, don't give way to envy,
And yet don't look too good, nor own too new:
If you can see--and not make sight your master,
If you can tweak--and not make tweaks your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to view the noise you've captured
Enlared by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the pics you gave your life to, filtered,
Then sigh and fix 'em up with photoshop's tools:
If you can make one heap of all your earnings
And risk it all on one new lens for dof,
And find, you start again in brand new learnings
And always use the proper cleaning cloth;
If you can force your finger, eye and sinew
To take your pics long after they are gone,
And so click when there is nothing in you
Except the hope which says to them: "Click on!"
If you can go 'high art' and keep your senses,
Or work with gloss--nor lose creative touch,
If critiques unwanted don't bring up fences;
If pixels count with you, but not too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving hard drive
With sixty gigs of dog photos, for fun,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you can photograph, my son!
