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 Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 7:44 am
Myth enjoyed lazy days. Particularly when they were warm, sunny and clear. Perfect picture conditions as far as she was concerned. Not that she was out hunting for anything specific. Just whatever interesting view caught her eye.
As she hummed to herself under her breath, her eye caught sight of a tiny, brilliantly yellow flower grow in the middle of a patch of clover. And even better, a tiny, lavender colored butterfly or moth was fluttering around it. Why, yes. Yes, she was going to get a picture of that.
Creeping close, she moved as slowly and quietly as possible to avoid scattering the pretty little thing away. Got her camera in position and just waited. You couldn't rush art, after all.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 11:03 am
Ryan much like Martha had his camera at in hand and at ready, but unlike her his subject was really the butterfly, not so much. He stopped spying the woman on the ground, another photographer and watched her intrigued as she lined up to get the shot. He gave a half grin before pulling his camera up and shooting her trying to get a shot of the butterfly. He thought it was a great moment a irony. A photographer shooting another photographer unaware while she crept closer and he even got a butterfly in a few shots.
After moment he sat with his camera in hand, not wanting to disturb her or ruin her shot, but wanting to show her the shot and ask if he could use them in his photography portfolio. He would be graduating this year and his portfolio was getting closer and closer to perfect.
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