Weird Places
Mid-shoot, I disappeared.
So they thought.
Slipping into the cupboard,
I slid the door closed, mostly.
The best shots often come from weird places.
Watching. Waiting.
The work was silent.
Filtering fragments of the scene
between the gaps.
Stylist and subject, unguarded.
She moved, he adjusted.
A moment arrived the open room
would never allow.
The vantage became the point.
See the shoot.
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