Near empty street, tripod in hand
By Bob Ecker
Published: April, 2003
Near empty street, tripod in hand
Velvet blackness brackets the canvas
Pickpocketed by distant colored light
I feel the untrammeled beauty but shiver
On this cold November night
Camera poised, record twinkling in time
Such powerful reflections in my eye
Like other evenings within my heart
Heady effort in working, searching I spy
On city living, breathing quiet air
Slow shutter holding life suspenseful
What will become of these precious seconds?
Freedom beckons around another corner
Neon beer to drink with strangers
Meet the owners and talk to waiters
Tall door opens and shutters so softly
Now quickly back alone in the cold
The still street whispers my name
Return to my world, my focus and film
To capture these moments of clarity
