Anytime Husband and I are out and about and we come across a couple trying to take a picture, they usually ask me to take the shot. I’m more approachable and smiley than Husband, you see. But I always tell them Husband should be the one to take the picture because I can't take a good picture, like ever. I cut off heads and tilt shot at odd angles and I always, ALWAYS seem to take the picture when someone has their eyes half open in that weird serial killer way. And, no matter how carefully I try the picture is always blurry. Every single time. Last night, on our way home, we found ourselves stopped at a light next to a bus stop bench. The back of the bench had a picture of a woman looking angsty and angry and shouty. And on the bench seat was a cup of coffee and one lone glove. It was quite a statement in opposites. Both Husband and I took note of the artiness. Then, as the bench was on my side of the car and he was driving, I decided to take a picture. I framed it. I focused it. And then, right as I was about to take the picture, Husband warned me that the light was about to change. I steadied my hand, pushed the button to take the picture and this is the shot I got... Beautiful, right? I haven't retouched it or anything! I'm good, right?
I'm thinking of going professional. Pretty sure this would get me the big bucks from someone who can see the deep statement about life that I'm trying to make. I'm going to title it: MUDDLED. Or perhaps I’ll call it: CONFUSED. Or maybe I'll just go with the obvious and call it: LIFE IS BLURRY. Because, as you can see, it is. If you'd like an original for your art collection, let me know. I'm sure we can work something out. I'm all about sharing my gift.
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AuthorMy name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me Archives
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