The photographer

The photographer earned their wage as you might expect
Photographing conventionally beautiful things without regret
Mountains and models, sunsets and singers
Such elegance captured with a click of their fingers

But it wasn't just that, they were truly a pro
They had a knack for angle and lighting and flow
Heightening whatever existed there before
And elevating it into something much more

...

But the photographer takes fewer appointments each day
They gets enough with what each client will pay
It's in the "free time" that they really ply their trade
With no reputation or money to be made

All inspired by on a warm day by a knock at the door
From a child who looked frozen to their core
The child had seen the pictures, had heard the fame
And wanted just one chance to stand inside the frame

The child was ill, was sickly, and had been told to its face
That it could never be beautiful, or filled with grace
If you've been told enough times you're ugly even if you smile
You'll fight it, believe it, then internalise it after a while

It was the hardest job the photographer had ever done
And even after it was over, didn't know if the battle was won
Until the child saw the photo, and beamed with the biggest most beautiful grin
Then the photographer knew which battles it was worth trying to seek out and win

...

So no matter who asks, if they overlap with his "free time" at all
The photographer will not deign to entertain their calls
Instead look for those people in need and those spots in the shade
Only there will you see the photographer pursue their real trade

Inspiration - https://imgur.com/gallery/1meSLGk