~Object 36~ A Camera

"Okay, I'll take one more... Well, one more burst, anyway."

*click* *click* *click* *click* *click*

"Perfect."

All day long the shutter captured pose after pose, location after location, smile after smile.  Turning this way and that the photographer climbed on a ladder, knelt on the ground, walked on the roof, trudged through a horse pasture and ran around in the middle of the street, all to capture that one shot or that great lighting.

Always, though, was the constant sound of the shutter.

*click* *click* *click* *click* *click*

Photo after photo showed up on the little screen,
"Oh, I like this one," he'd say, or,
"Haha!  This is the one where I forgot to adjust it after we came out of the coffee shop." or,
"Hang on, I'm just gonna go grab the other lens."

Somehow he was able to capture, with his little machine, exactly what she had been hoping for in photos.  Sure, they're just photos, and she knows that in the grand scheme of things, there are much more important things in life, but she never ceases to marvel at the capturing of a moment.  A moment in time frozen forever, for us to look back on.  That is what photography is all about.  It's an art, most definitely, using a camera is one thing, using it well is another.  But the main theme, the goal, she thinks at least, ought not be making it look snazzy, but to capture the feel of that moment, that breath of air, that flower's scent, that rippling laugh.

*click* *click* *click* *click* *click*

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Over and out,

~Emily