Every Time She Turns Around

You see her all around with a black device

Taking pictures of a flower or a tree with ice

Used to be rolls of film, now it’s digital chips

But with both the shutter button’s at her fingertips

There isn’t a barn which escapes her view

Whether falling apart or big and red and new

If she were in the army it’d be bam bam bam

But she’s got a different kind of Canon in her hand

Her images can make you cry or make you laugh

’Cause every time she turns around she takes a photograph

Cows stand and pose when she comes to the fence

And the horses come to see what this represents

Kittens come out of the bushes to see who’s there

And the geese and the ducks and the pigs at the fair

One day when she bent down and made a little mistake

’Cause in rapid-fire mode she got bit by a snake

Good thing she's not a hunter or they'd all be dead

But she shoots’m with a big zoom lens instead

Her images can make you cry or make you laugh

’Cause every time she turns around she takes a photograph

One moment she’s examining a painted mailbox

And then the next she’s zooming in on a red fox

Somebody ice fishing or a bridge of wood

Kids playing in the snow in the neighborhood

Dewdrops hanging on a spider’s home

Or a bee grabbing pollin on a flower’s dome

If she were a bounty hunter no one would escape

’Cause she captures every picture ’cross the whole landscape

Her images can make you cry or make you laugh

’Cause every time she turns around she takes a photograph

To see through her eyes is becoming the rage

You can do this on the web or the local front page

Her images can make you cry or make you laugh

’Cause every time she turns around she takes a photograph

Words and music by Bill Griffin.

Words and music copyright 2009 Bill Griffin.

I wrote this on February 1, 2009, as a Valentine’s Day present

for my wife, Tia, who is quite the photographer!