A smashing aperture concentratedly given over to complete compositional requirement, and the grey-faced cameraman candidly catches creative kite again, suddenly turning the playful night aimlessly back toward this gentle morning breeze

Everlasting at being envied, endlessly, by these stop/start peripheral artists put out upon their jaded, tired, tried ‘n’ gesticulating own only forever failing to candidly capture pure sugar near the eye of their sweet skyline