Poem for Impressionists

I’ve spent so many years

impressed by peers

who are able to take the great shots.

Their mastery of Canon’s tool

makes me feel but a fool

when I try to copy their pixelated dots.

So then I looked to Monet

whose worked for me résonne

but with the brush I can not paint.

So then one misty night

with Job’s camera and my sight

a new direction for me to acquaint.