I see better when blinking

for my love of photography

Glass and paint, I paint, blinking with one eye not 'cause I tire, but blinking to admire. With my glass eye I paint, paint what is looked at but not seen, paint the fake realities that in my mind may have been. With my glass eye I see, I blink but see better when blinking, seeing more than thinking, and though thoughts turn tools and wheels, glass does no such thing, but looks and shows and feels and knows always, scenes ever lasting.