The pleasures of life always draw Will in. Art, music, food, love, beautiful scenery. Basically, if it’s able to bring someone delight, it will probably sway his emotions, too. Capturing those things is what prompted him to dabble in photography many (many) years ago. He still prefers film cameras and even as a little darkroom in his apartment to develop it himself.
This evening finds him out on the street, taking candid shots of the world around him. A little something to capture this moment in time, in this specific place. The way the sun dazzles off the windows of a shop with crystal chandeliers and baubles in the window grabs his attention momentarily. An elderly couple walking away hand-in-hand. A bookstore cat snoozing in the window of its shop where a little girl presses her hands to the glass to look at it.
It's small things like that keep him smiling as he snaps shot after shot.
The sun’s hanging low by the time he decides to finish up and head home. He’s not really paying attention as he steps back onto the sidewalk and immediately bumps into someone. His hands clutch and the camera hanging around his neck and he babbles out and apology before those warm brown eyes even look up. And then they widen by degrees. His lips part and he just stares for a few awkward seconds.
“Wow,” he breathes out. “You’re beautiful. May I take a photo?”
A certain subject
This evening finds him out on the street, taking candid shots of the world around him. A little something to capture this moment in time, in this specific place. The way the sun dazzles off the windows of a shop with crystal chandeliers and baubles in the window grabs his attention momentarily. An elderly couple walking away hand-in-hand. A bookstore cat snoozing in the window of its shop where a little girl presses her hands to the glass to look at it.
It's small things like that keep him smiling as he snaps shot after shot.
The sun’s hanging low by the time he decides to finish up and head home. He’s not really paying attention as he steps back onto the sidewalk and immediately bumps into someone. His hands clutch and the camera hanging around his neck and he babbles out and apology before those warm brown eyes even look up. And then they widen by degrees. His lips part and he just stares for a few awkward seconds.
“Wow,” he breathes out. “You’re beautiful. May I take a photo?”