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  • I shoot people.
    I shoot people that are happy. People that are sad. People that are indifferent.
    I shoot people in the raw.
    I shoot them at night. I shoot them when they run from me. These people are harder.
    But it doesn't really matter, my job is simply to shoot.

    Sometimes I get paid a lot to shoot a person.
    My job done by the time they hear me.
    I freeze their life forever.

    My shots are justified in the name of war, of peace, of education.
    My shots lead to grief for some and joy for others.
    My shots penetrate the hearts of millions every day.

    I am a camera.

    Written in response to being chased off public land by a farmer in Nevada.
    I was shooting a herd of cattle.
    He thought my camera was a gun.
    [Photo courtesy of Erin Conger]
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