The photographer

pexels_photo_7276648.jpeg

Rachel Claire imagesource

Stepping out of his room. He searched himself again to be sure he didn't forget anything. After being satisfied he locked the door and made for the streets. He was gonna catch the bus today. He had missed it yesterday and had to trek a long distance to work.

Joe was a handsome guy and a lover of nature he loved. He loved nature so much that at a tender age his dad had gotten him a camera so he could not just stare at the beautiful nature's scene he loved but also store them in pictures. And ever since he couldn't do without his camera. He clicked at anything interesting in sight. People, landscapes, animals, cars, , cities etc. He had a big catalog where he stored different pictures according to his classification.

He got to the bus stand but the bus was late today or he was too early he thought. He took out his camera and clicked at a woman with her dog. Some school kids on their way to school and several other things. He believes that unaware pictures were the clear depiction of how innocent the soul is. Because you get to capture the human at the right time he gives a real smile not a fake one. At the moment he shows how his mood is and not faking it.

pexels_photo_7968945.jpeg

George pak Imagesource

He checked his watch again. The bus was ten minutes late From the usual time. He sighed and turned but something caught his attention. A lady had spilled the contents of her bag trying to get off a bus that just got to the park. She swore and bent to pick it. Joe grabbed his camera and took some clicks. Stared at the picture and smiled before walking up to the lady.

"Here let me help" he offered

"Thank you, I've been woozy this days"

"I guess we all are. Life and it's stress" he said as he packed the papers on the floor and gave it back to the beautiful lady. "Have we met before?" He asked

"I doubt" the lady replied, thanked him and walked away

Joe kept staring at her as she walked away. She sure looks familiar but he couldn't recall where he had met her. Just then the bus arrived and he got in and took a seat. He played his favorite music in his earphones to kill time before he got to work.

Something jerked him back to reality as he closed his eyes listening to the cool music. It was the lady at the bus stop who remembered where he met her. He had taken pictures of her at a beach sometime. Actually she asked for one after she had seen him clicking at everything. But he didn't get the chance to return her picture.

And to top it all up. It was her picture that had caught the attention of his boss. When he had gone for an interview at the publishing house where he worked now.

He smiled and relaxed in the seat again. Gently shutting his eyes.

"I'll meet her another day at the bus top" he said to himself.

H2
H3
H4
3 columns
2 columns
1 column
5 Comments
Ecency