Framed in Time 2024

Click, the first shot, January skies, Snowfall soft where the still world lies. Cold hands, warm glass, chasing the scene, The year begins, just pixels and dreams. February light, love's soft glow, Candid frames of faces I know. Through the storms and the sun, the laughter, the tears, Each shutter holds the passing of years. Every frame a story, every shot a sign, The world stood still while I captured time. Through the lens, life was bold and clear, A thousand moments that I held near. From mountain peaks to streets at dawn, I framed the year before it was gone. Through the lens, I learned to see, The beauty and chaos, the quiet, the free. A year of light, a year well spent, Life through a lens, the camera's testament. March brought rain, puddles turned to glass, Reflections told stories of days that passed. April woke up with a bloom in her hands, Pastel skies over faraway lands. June burned gold in the midnight sun, Long hikes, tired legs-still the shots had to come. I danced with shadows, I played with light, July gave stars that stretched the night. Every frame a memory, every click a sign, The world kept spinning-I froze it in time. Through the lens, life was bold and clear, A thousand moments that I held near. From desert roads to oceans wide, I followed the light, with nowhere to hide. Through the lens, I learned to see, The fleeting, the sacred, the wild and free. A year of light, a year well spent, Life through a lens, the camera's testament. August heatwaves, the air stood still, September leaves fell, red and chill. October mist wrapped mountains high, November's sunsets kissed the sky. And when December brought its cold, I looked back at the year I'd told. One shot at a time, the story was mine, A timeline in focus, the lens defined. Through the lens, life was bold and clear, A thousand moments that I held near. From quiet woods to crowded streets, Every shot a promise my heart repeats. Through the lens, I learned to see, The fleeting, the sacred, the wild and free. A year of light, a year well spent, Life through a lens, the camera's testament. 2024, in frames it lives, The moments it took, the memories it gives. The viewfinder told me what's gone and what's true, And the light always leads to something new.