


And a collection of randomly chosen shots that show both his discerning eye and his superior skill.


And the poet part? In one of my February blog posts, after rhapsodising about Photoshop, I asked if anyone had ever penned an ode to it. John took up the challenge with this clever little verse.
I think that I shall never crop
with any app but Photoshop.
In shining layers thirteen deep
deciding what or not to keep,
with filter bold and brush in hand
I make my photo seem as planned;
though only God can make a tree,
in Photoshop it's up to me.
Thank you , Julia, you are too kind.
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