Mamiya

Mamiya, the lens sharp, click-clack focus,

Framing up the world, I’m the hocus-pocus.

Snappin’ shots of truth, negatives exposed,

Darkroom whispers, my art juxtaposed.

Mamiya in my hands, life through a prism,

Capturing the pain, the joy, the schism.

Shutter snaps quick, freeze-frame precision,

Through the glass I see my own vision.

Rollin' 120 film, stories unfold,

Silver halide dreams, memories in gold.

Develop in the depths, chemicals collide,

Pictures don’t lie, they reveal what’s inside.

Focus tight, aperture on the grind,

Depth of field deep, frame the sublime.

Pullin’ back the curtain, expose what’s real,

Every shot’s a chapter, emotions concealed.

Double exposure, layers to the game,

Grainy imperfections, no two the same.

Wide-angle dreams, I’m framing my lane,

Mamiya in my grip, never shootin’ plain.

Mamiya in my hands, life through a prism,

Capturing the pain, the joy, the schism.

Shutter snaps quick, freeze-frame precision,

Through the glass I see my own vision.