Photographer's Ballad (Grit Laskin) Well early Saturday morning, I was strolling in the wood I came upon a lady who by the wayside stood And what, pray tell, would such a lass as you be doing here? I've come to take some photographs, said she as I drew near Said I to her, I do declare, this is a fateful day For I have come to photograph, the same as you did say Then I took out my Nikon-F and placed it in her hand She said that's quite a camera, sir, you have at your command My camera so delighted her, she could no more delay She let me see her camera case, wherein her accessories lay I'm sure, she said, you have most everything that can be bought Just let me stretch my tripod out before I take some shots We photographed from haylofts, and up against the wall If you've not shot on Saturday night, you've not photographed at all She had her shutter open wide, for daylight was all gone Likewise my naked camera lens, it had its filter on This lady had experience with cameras, yes, indeed And I thought her exposures the best I'd ever seen Although she seemed to tire not as on and on we went I said I'll have to stop now, my film supply is spent She said I've had Mirandas, Yashicas and Rolleis Hasselblad and Pentax, likewise a Polaroid Fujica, Canon, Nikkormat, a Kodak and the rest But now I've seen your Nikon-F, and surely it's the best Copyright Grit Laskin MC
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