A Wander-full Quest with Beautiful Blurs.

Amidst the bustling noon-crowd out the university,

He goes wrestling with the shadows of the city,

Chasing down the brightest spill of light, 

To recreate Trent Parke's "moving bus" upright.

 

Setting the camera on the sidewalk,

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 and so goes the timer, 

'Make way for the frame', goes the declaimer,

The crowd goes around, except for one strider.

 

She had headphones on and two hypnotic eyes, 

For a moment there, he forgets his assignment, 

The ticking timer alarms him of the adjustment -

To rush in and bag his long-awaited acquirement.

 

The camera on the tripod wobbles, 

And the images present beautiful blurs of them;

Pictures perfect for the end of the last Sem,

Marking the beginning of a wander-full quest, 

To turn a momentary collision into a bigger conquest.