reminded of extraordinary

I was reminded of what extraordinary is.
tonight, in a packed auditorium, twenty seven
minutes of Scott captured by another
extraordinary who could capture his essence
on film, a lanky, dark haired artist who only
met Scott strapped in a wheelchair nine
days before he passed on.
Scott, the physicist turned photographer,
turned graphic artist, turned woodworker,
sculpting metal into ribbons reaching towards the sky,
smoothing and cutting rocks,  combining them
all into art that crawls inside you somehow
and makes you feel alive.
that was Scott, I was reminded of what
extraordinary is.
thank you, Scott.