A buffet breakfast's orgy of excess
Invariably leaves me weak and ill
An aimless stroll - to our amazement, less
To purchase than we'd thought. We'd shopped our fill.
Yet sweaty, dull, I kept my interest high
By taking pictures. Odd the shift that brought.
The switch from shopper's glaze to artist's eye
(The "artist" here's sarcastic) spurred my thoughts.
I suddenly felt conscious and aware.
I normally hate picture-taking, and
My photos are still awful, but I care
Less than I did before. Delight unplanned:
Those ugly photos somehow gave me hope.
The eye that views, observant still point, scope.
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