Luca’s Photography

It’s clearly a therapy
That we can see
With his Canon he captures
Art forms that be
Hiding in plain sight
Fastidious sense
Awarding and sharing
New found confidence

A stage set observing
A great panoply
The Snowdonia sky’s she
That captures the eye
The moon’s strong embrace
On our senses we see
An intriguing picture
His photography

He wanders alone
With his eye on the sky
At the hoot of an owl
That close by might fly
A fox might have shuffled
Rodents might spy
A warrior gently
Sharing a sigh

For night forms
And cloudscapes
And genuine beauty
Of wonder where thunder
He sees as his duty
To record the heavens
The hamlet below
Lit up with the lights
A perspective on show

A study of grasses
And edibles he
Bathing good taste
A refined delicacy
Sort of eye candy
To wanderers who
See the height of the heavens
Come back into view

Euphuistic and precious
The pictures we see
Kind of theatrical and naturally
Pictures of forests and mountaintops where
As a sage with a lens
He doth bountifully share

A wisdom of honour
His photography
Reaching nights of expression
Through his artistry
The great elementals
He captures with ease
The forests below
And The wonder of trees

Refined for the city eye
His artistry
Very discerning
Such learning can be
A delicate hand
As great lenses that spy
With painstaking comment
We see the true sky

For me it’s to witness
The wonder he sees
And it’s with admiration
That surely does please
An old man who once
Took him long long ago
Into the forest to begin
This new show

Last night I saw real lunar activity
Craters and shading
And true artistry
Wonder was working
Luca was there
His attention to detail
Wanting to share
To those of us interested
In his subtlety
The mystique and the magic
Set out for me