Blossoms catches a glimpse of the photographer and kept her pose choice unopposed.
I could sense her feeling of dissatisfaction.
It was a Tuesday evening when we made it to Tingles Hotel for some chills. "My birthday pictures didn't really impressed the way I wanted. This photographer cartooned everything about me. I had to call on Abas AKA DMS to probably gimme something good." Blossom expressed. "I went through some of those pictures and they were pretty good. Was it Abas that took them?" I asked.
She cracked a smirk and said, "No, I gave the pictures to Ucee. Abas took some other pictures but I didn't use them on my birthday. I just needed Abas' pictures to ease my belly of the depression lump I was feeling after seeing the cartoon version of my birthday pictures."
She handed me her phone with a picture of what Abas manipulated.
I couldn't help but call on him to gimme some shots that were worth my smile.
Pictures have a tendency of getting one happy and probably creating the opposite.
I greased my long worked self with smiles when I saw this model picture of mine.
In late February, I got on a stage play titled 'DORIS BENSON'. Of all the pictures I received from the event, this particular one that got me in character with Tee(I played the role of Dara, a philosophical personality.) got my liking. Black and White is an expression of the dark and bright side of everything.
So I devoured my piece of joy in this one. Occasionally, I love photography but I'm not a photographer. I love having memories, good ones, of when, how and why things happened, happens or will happen.
Happiness leaks from my heart oozing out it's profits each time I am blessed with beautiful and amazing memories of things.
How good do you cherish memories?
What can you do to keep memories alive?
What price would you pay to sustain memories in its concrete form?
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