Photographer at Sunrise — Image by kenne
Before the Light
Before sunrise,
I led them into the canyon—
the air still holding its night chill,
the world balanced
between darkness and light.
They came for beauty,
tripods and lenses ready,
each hoping to steal
a piece of the dawn.
I told them to listen first—
to the canyon waking,
signaling where to stand
when the sun finally rose
through the notch in the mountains.
It wasn’t the light that mattered
but the waiting—
that long breath
when the desert decides
to be seen.
They clicked their shutters,
each trying to trap eternity.
I just watched,
thinking how the real photograph
is the one the desert keeps—
and never shows.
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