A normal person sees a storm, thinks help and runs away
a photographer sees that storm, and runs the other way;
Off into the cold they go, the wind, the rain and more
to capture pics no matter what, of all the things they saw;
Watching all the huge waves crashing, defiantly they stand
looking out from beneath the pier, with camera in hand;
Why do we do such stupid things, like photograph the snow
we can’t resist to get that pic, so off we always go;
We see the world through rule of thirds, and many shades of grey
the search to get the perfect shot, continues every day.