Every hair in place, Arms positioned just on the hips, Head slightly to the left, Shoulders back, Eyes wide, big smile. Shutter clicks.....
You’ve always had a knack for capturing perfection behind a lens Like a beautifully choreographed dance, all these small parts, strung together To create a jaw dropping performance of pixels that seemed to sparkle across my screen
It certainly drew in envious eyes “You’re so lucky”, “I wish _ made me look like that in photos”, “you must love having your picture taken all the time” “all your photos look like model shots”
It’s true, they did. Each one gracefully constructed to diminish any flaws and highlight only the best.
Yet I longed for something raw, The imperfect. It’s the accidental click that caught me mid laugh at a friends joke I ached for It’s the “i just saw a dog walk into this bar” face I make, no matter how many dogs I’ve seen that day Or we’re drenched in our gear, waiting out the storm of what was supposed to be an ideal shoot, but we’re happy just to be together Maybe it’s my sweatpants, messy hair, eating pancakes in bed on a Saturday morning and I tell you to delete it immediately It’s those moments I crave to have a snapshot of To reminisce on all the life that filled us everyday, The triumphs, the laughter, the nitty gritty, the downright miserable I want the chaos of real life captured Not just the illusion you could create with an artists hands