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My father writes poetry. He has done so all his life. Next year he is turning 80, and for that occation he has gathered his main poems and will have them printed in a book. With my photos as illustration. We are in contact with a published (a friend of mine), we have set a date plan.......and the challenge is mine to get the right photos.
The challenge is....well challenging!
I have my fathers poems, I have some words from him for an introduction and has promised to write them out together with more words from me. I have thousands of photos, ten thousands of photos...... but do I have the right ones?
My father has many poems about human life, many of birds, along with other of nature, a few hymns, family life.
I have photos of much the same. But my photos are seen through my lense, my eyes, my mind, my heart.
My fathers poems are seen through his pen, his fingers, his mind, his heart.
To find the right photos, the best photos, the hand in hand photos.......yes, it is a challenge.
A challenge I love.
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A seagull photo will illustrate the poem we know and love the most. Written when we were children, four siblings, it is about a seagull male, a seagull female, meeting in spring, searching for and finding a place to build their nest, a nest which soon fills up with four eggs.
