Photography Blog

The day is cool as a breath of air sweeps through the grass. Shafts of light cut through the trees creating a kind of splotchy perimeter around the field. The ground is warm and dry, the grass cut short so that sports of all kinds can be played here. I am sitting still, my face squinting up into the sun. Birds chirp and sing, cars rumble off in the distance, yet in this field, an element of peacefulness reaches me isolated me from the outside world. A metallic click snaps the warm air as a camera shudder bites the atmosphere, forever freezing that moment. I open my eyes and turn to face a glossy concave camera lends feet from from my face. The moment diminishes in a blink of an eye. My dad peers out from behind its sleek black frame. He has finally finished breaking in his new camera. This is his fifth shot, hopefully his last.