Hello Reader !

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It started one day with a cookie-ish wish,
A sneaky little reach for a sweet, tasty dish.
But Mom spun around with surprising speed,
And her look said, “Try it… and you’ll regret that deed.”

She guarded a jar full of bills, not chips,
So my cookie adventure made zero dips.
​“One dollar,” I thought, “that’s all that I need…”​
But that Mom-glare of steel made my mischief recede.

Zoom! Fast-forward... ten years down the track,
Bagging up groceries, cracking my back.
Three thirty-five an hour, stacking things tall,
With a “Paper or plastic?” for one and for all.

I bought a computer before buying a car...
so I skateboarded to work (that Mustang came later… and didn’t get far).
Wind in my face, socks soaking from dew,
Saving my dollars like ducks lined in a queue.

Then WHOOSH! My whole paycheck would vanish at once,
Film and developing devoured it in chunks.
One roll a week… unless a date raised the stakes...
(But dates were as rare as unicorn cakes.)

Each press of the shutter? A dollar kaplink!
​So I learned to slow down… I learned how to think.​
The right light, the right moment, the subject just so...
​Because splurging a buck on a lousy shot? No.

Wildlife? Oh my! Not a chance! Not a shot!
My wallet said, “NOPE, absolutely not.”​
So I worked with some models... some paid, some did not...
​Each frame taught me something, like it or not.

Now picture it, friend: take thirty-six bucks,
​And for every photo, toss one to the ducks.
​Or the trash, or your pocket, or give it away...
But you’ll think before shooting in a whole new way.

You’d pause and you’d ponder, “Is this shot worth a bill?”​
​You’d wait for the light… and the moment… and thrill.
Your eyes would grow sharper, your choices more wise,
​And your keeper rate? Up! Like a kite in the skies.

Thinking first, shooting second... that was the key,
​And that silly old dollar? It set my eye free.
A dollar a click… what a strange, funny lesson...
​Yet worth more than gear I could ever be stressin’.

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Have an awesome day!

Chris Parker

Parker Photographic

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