At last to view the changes to our “House”
Amid the tiki torches, falls and leis,
Where flourished once a rain-like forest doused,
Would we even recognize the place?
Attentions drawn instead towards the bay,
As floor space opened wide before our eyes,
The central lava waterfall erased,
And in its place bright, sparkling, marbled tiles.
How foolish were we, wondering all the while
If we’d be happy, as we’d been in yore,
For everywhere we looked we found new style,
And sleekened spaces welcomed us to shores.
Our faces then were raised to skylight vast,
Hung gaily, lit, adorned with arts of glass.
Great photography is about depth of feeling, not depth of field.” – Peter Adams