Young Photographer
Chantel
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Someone gave me a camera when I was 13. It fulfilled every need I ever had at the moment. A young girl who can’t yet decide between breaking free and staying inside. The camera was my buffer between the scary world I inhabited and the world I dreamed of living in.
One day I took my camera with me and my sister out to the refuge where we walked out dogs on a daily basis. I sat her down in the full afternoon sun handed her some flowers and told her to look down. This beautiful image was the product.
After I took the photo I handed my sister the camera and said, “now do me”. Just at that moment my sister held the camera up and my dog Sally ran by after swimming in the pond and chasing ducks. Sally’s wagging tail smacked me right in the face.
Its not just the my anvil shaped hair, or my unfortunate bone structure or my bad skin. Its the fact that unless I’m given plenty of warning this is how my photographs usually turn out.
That photograph of my sister - I stuck with it because of that one print.
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Reader Comments (7)
That picture of your sister is awesome, too. I love her freckles.
(Boner!)
Rhi, maybe, it depends on your perspective.
Bruce, hilarious -- thank you.