Post by maggie on Mar 5, 2011 15:15:02 GMT -5
There was something about late afternoon light that was completely untouchable – the way the sun was not as bright and harsh as it was earlier in the day , not as dark as twilight and making the use of the flash unnecessary. This was also Niall’s favourite time of the day to shoot and it being a Saturday he had some time to himself. It was an ideal set up – he had moved through the city with his digital filming as much of the small town’s bustle as he could until he had ended up at the docks. He had been coming out to the docks to shoot since he and Cera, his ex girlfriend, had found the dilapidated and abandoned structure while they had been out one day.
He had loved filming her here – she had been so beautiful amongst the decrepit nature of the place. She had always been beautiful and the docks felt empty without her. The whole place felt abandoned and stirred a hopeless feeling in his gut. He missed her at times like these and he knew he would possibly stop in at some dodge liquor store to buy some whiskey in order to forget her later in his dorm room. Unfortunately, on occasion, the liquor did not help him forget her as much as remember her either and, really, he did not want to spend too much time thinking about her tonight. Maybe he would go out. He felt the sense of helplessness rising in his stomach and began to wander around the docks.
Not knowing what to do with himself he began to shoot the emptiness of the place and the water beyond it. He stopped only for a moment to plug his iPod into his ears and blast his current top played songs – Curse of the Currents by Said the Whale –and mused at the irony of his music choice and the setting. Slowly he began to start shooting again, wishing desperately that he had somebody to shoot to fill up the lonely spaces when a couple of seagulls started diving into the water only to come back up and bob on top of the water like ducks. Turning his attention to the two birds he escaped into to the snapping sound his camera made as their images were transferred into immortal memory.
He had loved filming her here – she had been so beautiful amongst the decrepit nature of the place. She had always been beautiful and the docks felt empty without her. The whole place felt abandoned and stirred a hopeless feeling in his gut. He missed her at times like these and he knew he would possibly stop in at some dodge liquor store to buy some whiskey in order to forget her later in his dorm room. Unfortunately, on occasion, the liquor did not help him forget her as much as remember her either and, really, he did not want to spend too much time thinking about her tonight. Maybe he would go out. He felt the sense of helplessness rising in his stomach and began to wander around the docks.
Not knowing what to do with himself he began to shoot the emptiness of the place and the water beyond it. He stopped only for a moment to plug his iPod into his ears and blast his current top played songs – Curse of the Currents by Said the Whale –and mused at the irony of his music choice and the setting. Slowly he began to start shooting again, wishing desperately that he had somebody to shoot to fill up the lonely spaces when a couple of seagulls started diving into the water only to come back up and bob on top of the water like ducks. Turning his attention to the two birds he escaped into to the snapping sound his camera made as their images were transferred into immortal memory.