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Post by EZRA GRAY JAMISON on May 21, 2011 11:30:19 GMT -5
It was officially the winter season. December was finally here, with its cold weather and snow – which for New York tended to come as early as October – which meant that people were beginning to dress in large coats and clothing that would keep them warm if they walked outdoors for a long period of time. Ezra was used to colder weather having been from one of the places that experienced rain, snow, and hail various times a day out of nowhere, and then only seconds later it would be bright and sunny as if nothing like that had ever happened. But America was different, it was always a constant thing with the cold; the freezing rain, the snow, the slush, the hail, all fell into the winter months around here.
It was still kind of a culture shock, considering that Ezra would be experiencing his first winter in New York. Not like he normally had, rather. This time he would be staying the whole winter in New York; it wasn’t like he was coming down for a week with his father to make sure the company had enough wine to distribute over America for the winter while they could not be making any in their outdoor gardens. Although they did have indoor gardens they didn’t like using so much of that garden’s vines due to the fact that the wine did not have the same quality as it did if it was grown outdoors, and for them it seemed to age differently.
Ezra had decided that he was going to do his own photography projects while he was out and about. He was taking pictures of small random things with his Nikon. Already he had pictures of the town stores, their signs, the signs of which street they were on, random people shopping, some animals, and all the snow. There were so many things and he was trying to get them all on his digital SLR camera. A feat that was probably nearly impossible.
Of course, when he had taken at least one picture of almost everything in town he walked around, continuing his journey, and snapped several pictures on his way. Honestly he wasn’t sure where he was going – over the past four months he had learned the town as well as he had learn to snap a photo – he just let his feet lead the way. The places looked familiar, but they were masked by snow that he still wasn’t too sure where he was taking himself until he heard the gentle, though cold, breeze and felt it nip at his nose as he walked. The gentle crashing of the waves on the shore is what gave his location away. He was walking towards the shore.
It was beautiful; the snow covered sand, the gray ocean crashing and taking some of the white away with it. The sky was dark, and stilled with empty promises of clear days. Spring and summer were long gone here, the gray sky towering over the ocean with its winds and snow falling gently from the clouds. Ezra lifted his camera and snapped several pictures of the ocean as the tide moved in and out of the shore.
“Remarkable,” he whispered into the camera as he lifted to take yet another photo. He was actually having white the time being alone in the cold winter air wearing a thick tweed coat, bagging jeans, and boots; over his blond hair – which was poking out randomly on the side and in the back – he was wearing a gray knit beany to keep his ears warm. The only glimpse of color the boy had been his denim jeans and the red scarf that was poking from under his black jacket.
This would be just about the right moment for something completely random to happen, or for his peace to be interrupted by people.
647 // open // disturb his peace please
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Post by ASHLEY VINCENT MICHAELS on May 25, 2011 16:18:35 GMT -5
 
The snow crunched under the short blond's boots as he made his way slowly forward. He had no true destination but he had to get away from people, well at least those people at that school. The upkeep of his appearance was annoyingly a process that seemed to never end. Well, if he did keep it up like he planned then of course it would take a long time but he didn't wish to think of such things.
Ashley looked at the water as he made his way down to the beach, his tongue clicking in distaste at the water. The boy was definitely not one for the large body of salty water and whatever lived in it. Honestly, he wasn't into the whole beach thing with the swimming and swimming in all those animals filth. He'd much rather stay on the shore with his hands in his black jacket's pockets looking at the water then ever touching it.
Finally making it down to the water's edge, careful not to let his boot to actually touch the water as if he could feel it through them. The wind picked up for a moment almost if nature was pushing the blond away from the water itself. Ashley ducked his head into the collar of his jacket as the salty filled air made his blond hair fly wildly.
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Post by EZRA GRAY JAMISON on May 27, 2011 23:20:46 GMT -5
The sky was gray and dark; Ezra couldn't help but take photos of this kind of weather. In England this weather was so much different, but here it was all white and all cold, not slush or rain one second and then snow or hail the next. Though it varied it wasn't as extreme.
He actually hadn't been paying attention as he took pictures of crashing waves on the shore and nearby rocks... So it was unexpected when he ran into a small blond figure. At first he thought it would have been someone he'd know, but it turned out to be a little blond boy who looked like he was freezing and hating this whether... or maybe it was the location. Ezra smiled and laughed as he helped the boy balance himself from the collision. "Hey, man, sorry," he held up his camera, "I tend to get carried away."
Ezra was actually thinking of walking away until he thought about something... "I know this may sound random... But I tend to have at least a model or two for a photo, so I was wondering if I could take some non-posed photos of you." Typically Ezra had his dogs or his tutor help him out but since he was on the beach in the snow and all he had was this shrimp little blond he'd have to deal. Of course, Ezra hadn't ever really taken any pictures of boys before, and honestly he felt kind of weird even asking since he didn't know this kid...
"I'm Ezra Gray Jamison by the way," he introduced himself. He didn’t bother offering a hand because one held the camera, and the other was hidden in his coat pocket trying to keep warm. “You can just call me Ezra, though.” He smiled curtly.
300 || Ashley/Open || He wants Ashley to model.
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