I Spy

Hidden Treasures

Among the broken bits and scattered things,
A silver key that never fails to bring
A sense of mystery, what might it start?
Lost in the rubble, like forgotten art.

Beneath the clutter of forsaken stuff,
A bottle cap, once shiny, now quite rough
Reflects a glimpse of what it used to be,
Next to a mirror that no one can see.

And there it lies, a fork with prongs askew,
Twisted plastic telling stories new,
Among the chaos of forgotten parts,
These treasures wait where no one ever starts.

At the Beach

Nestled among the scattered shells,
A peculiar treasure trove dwells.
A dark green soldier, standing proud,
Half-buried where the seaweed bowed.

Behind a conch of pearly white,
A lizard's tail slips out of sight.
While barnacles and coral pieces
Hide a jaw bone's ancient creases.

A tiny straw hat, weathered and worn,
Rests in sand where shells adorn,
Mixed with fragments from the sea,
A strange collection, wild and free.

Purpose:

To photograph in the style of Walter Wick, inspired by his work in the “I Spy” children’s book series.
To photograph an arrangement of objects that express a similar theme.
To arrange objects into a complex composition that leads the eye and demonstrates an understanding of balance, lighting, and color.
To create a rhyme that connects to the hidden objects.

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