I Will Learn Photography
What happens today? I go to the local photo shop to pick up my last series of photos. I notice that the shop assistant gives me sort of a frolicsome gaze while handing me the small bag with photos, but I dismiss any suspicion, thinking it’s the effect of these last dog days we all had to put up with.
Once at home, I open the bag and my room gets populated by the strangest creatures. At first I try to make them collect themselves on the study, but I soon realize I’m domed to fail.
They’re all on their own. As I sit on my bed I remember the time I was trying to get shots of some outstanding landscapes, and a butterfly got into the picture; only now I realize that he never got out.
Apparently, this didn’t stop him from his usual stuff. He chose the most beautiful flower, flirted a bit and promised to wed. The credulous gave in. At the time of speaking they are enjoying their first cubs.
Then, I try to remember what circumstances provided the donkey.
It was late in the afternoon and I was watching out the window of my carriage, lost in thoughts of all kinds. The donkey watched back and said “I’ll go faster than this train if you give me a good reason.” I decided not to take him seriously; after all he was so small I could hardly tell whether he was a real donkey or just a field dog And I was too bored to think of a good reason.
One thing leads to another and I remember that right after the donkey episode I got out of my compartment for some fresh air and I was quite surprised to see two fishes making pranks on my brother’s t-shirt.
One of them overate, and got really big. When there wasn’t much left to satisfy his appetite he started to run for the little fish. Last time I saw them, the fattish was crowding the little one towards a hole in the wall.
Finally, I decide it is best to leave them and mind my own business.
A good thing would be to learn more about photography. No offence, but I’ve had it with all kinds of speechless species meddling around. I feel like back in school again, fighting the awful ink smudges, while learning to write. I used to call them piglets. Many times I found myself in desperate acts to get rid of them (for example trying to wash them with my tongue) but they were never going away. At the best they were changing to dingy trails which, to my indulgent eyes, looked like comets.
Fishes, butterfly and donkey or dog field:) - what a wonderful story and a good reason to start learning photography.
I’d like to ask you something, like in "Maddy and David" movie, cause it just came to me:
Do the bears bear?
Do the bees bee?
DO THE PHOTOGRAPHERS PHOTOGRAPH?:)
If you learn photografy for sure you’ll not become a bear or a bee:))
Faptura delicata si nemaivazuta.. tu ce tesi miresme de flori din neant si le intrepatruzi cu glasuri de greieri de august, cu a ta piele plina de farmec si delicatete, cu glasul tau ce-mi gadila existenta, ce imi taie respiratia ori de cate ori imi inunda fiinta, ma intreb cum faci tu oare de explodezi un text minunat ca cel de sus..