Light in
dark winter.
You have your
other questions.
My answers
might not fit.
My eyes
see other pictures,
some things
you may not see.
Many words spoken,
given,
not as gifts.
Words have wounded
many,
healed so few.
Be careful,
she said.
Don’t use
your words
as weapons.
Weapons have
no beauty.
And so
I understood.
Words should
be music,
poetry beautiful.
So much beauty,
such light.
I make photos to make myself feel good; I share in hope of making you feel good. I do as much as I can in the camera, but it does not always end there.
Part of making an image in the 21st century is processing a captured image in the computer. This is like dodging and burning in the darkroom of yesterday. (I've done that too.)
I use Photoshop cc and Lightroom cc. The result is not always what I saw, sometimes more what I wish I saw. Sometimes, the resulting image is a creation more than a recording. Most of the time, I keep it believable and realistic.
I have a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing.
I have shared poems on the internet, to an audience with more than 150 million views and I'm considering making a selection of poems, in a book or books.
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This year we gave our presents all away, to people who actually needed them. It was our best Christmas ever. Because the kindness we give is so incredibly rewarding.
Murray Robertson (photography & poems) 
Merry Christmas
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U 2!
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You too.
This year we gave our presents all away, to people who actually needed them. It was our best Christmas ever. Because the kindness we give is so incredibly rewarding.
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Oh that is such a beautiful feeling that overcame me after reading your Christmas giving.
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