The Painter

I'd been taking pictures with my cell phone simply because I was lazy. I like to travel light and often forget, or don't feel like carrying, my camera. But it was on this day that I really took notice of the way my phone was seeing things. It was as though she had an angel inside. Then she whispered...

"I have a job to do, it's true. I take calls, I make calls. I calculate and hold dates and let you know if you're early or late. I'm the free phone that came with the service, so you never took me seriously. I'm reliable, I do the job I'm expected to do, but in my heart, I am a painter. Thank you for giving me this chance to show you how I see things. Thank you for giving me the chance to show the world."