There are days when auras are feeling purplish.
when a camera is just standoffish
and the lights (or lamps, they say) are a little bit dim.
Let's just say
the tripod was feeling down,
the battery low,
the remote far away in its own little world
both diffusers out of their depth.
This was how it went
on and on,
without a clue
from her above
time clicking and clucking away
At the last photo shoot.
(the sculpture is titled: Hidden Fauna with Flora Spinning)