FROM his shoulder Hiawatha <br />Took the camera of rosewood, <br />Made of sliding, folding rosewood; <br />Neatly put it all together. <br />In its case it lay compactly, <br />Folded into nearly nothing; <br />But he opened out the hinges, <br />Pushed and pulled the joints and hinges, <br />Till it looked all squares and oblongs, <br />Like a complicated figure <br />In the Second Book of Euclid. <br /> <br />This he perched upon a tripod - <br />Crouched beneath its dusky cover - <br />Stretched his hand, enforcing silence - <br />Said "Be motionless, I beg you!" <br />Mystic, awful was the process. <br /> <br /> <br />All the family in order <br />Sat before him for their pictures: <br />Each in turn, as he was taken, <br />Volunteered his own suggestions, <br />His ingenious suggestions.<br /><br />Lewis Carroll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hiawathas-photographing-part-i/
