Post by amber on Dec 30, 2011 0:06:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] LYRICS HERE The Words: 589 The Tag: no one just yet The Notesit is open to all Amber studied the camera in her hands pensively. She was still unsure as to why she had bought this with the last of her paycheck from her previous bounty. Perhaps it was due to old nostalgia, or perhaps it was to appease the inner teenager in her. When she had been an aspiring photographer before the death of her parents, this model had been all she had ever wanted. Being orphaned had changed her priorities in life rather drastically—as was to be expected—and she had rapidly dropped her dream of being a photographer. Instead she had gone into the family business of bounty hunting to attempt to appease the silent rage inside of herself and hopefully go on to catch the wolf that killed her parents and kill it instead. Yet, here she was, holding the expensive camera between her hands. She had taken it out after buying it and had gone into the forest in uptown New Orleans, hoping to be alone. She had not even informed Ivy that she had done it. She was unsure what the other girl would think about her purchase. Would she get her hopes up that Amber was returning to the girl she had been? Would she pity Amber for clinging to this? Or would she worry that Amber was falling into another depression? These were the reasons for which she kept the camera purchase to herself and had gone out somewhere she was certain she could be alone to ponder her thoughts. She rarely shot nature, her passion back when she had done it had been people. Planned shoots, candids, anything would work just perfectly in her mind. She merely longed to take photos of people and capture who they were or one certain aspect. She still saw the world in the same way that she had then: A little off and with an artist’s eye. She could never simply look at a landscape, to her she saw the shapes and the contours, what she could do to capture it properly. People were the same way, she often daydreamed of what would be the proper angle, and their proper proportions. She could not help it. It often distracted her from everyday things. Such as right now, looking into the mist that surrounded the forest. She longed to take a hard step to startle some of the birds to make them fly so it would almost appear as if they startled the fog into being under their wings. She could not help but picture this. But though she knew what to do, her hands still remained limp around the camera, not bothering to snap the picture because she couldn’t bring herself to. She wondered if she would ever be able to snap a photo again. It felt silly to think about these things after what she had been through. The idea of throwing hrself into her art seemed trivial where it had once been her whole world. She looked down at her camera, a frown dancing upon her lips. What was she to do? She had changed her whole world until even her passion seemed so far away from her. |