I recently met up with an old friend from college who was a school teacher by day and a super photographer by night. While we were walking down the streets of Manhattan, he would stop at random spots to take photos. He wouldn't of course take photos the way that normal people do, but he would get on his knees to get the right angle or bend over railings..whatever got the job done.
So he inspired this short piece...enjoy
I've seen photographers get on their knees to capture an angle,
And painters lay on their backs to cover their canvas
A lover gets on one knee with ring and heart in hand,
And farmers bow their backs as they tilth the land,
So why is it then considered so strange,
For a man to fall in prostration in view plain
Of all, in the middle of that street you know
Is he not an artist, or a lover, with seeds to sow?