My Camera.
I realised that I take very few photos of my own family and closer friends. Perhaps I have taken them for granted; perhaps there isn't a need for an intrusive camera when it comes to the people closest to us, for we are comfortable doing the most mundane of things and still be happy about it.
Suddenly I see my camera with a whole new perspective.
It has been my shield, for me to hide behind the lens or to just wander away when a conversation died.
It has been my conversation starter, as I take photos of acquaintances so as to have something to show and talk about.
It has been my toy, keeping me entertained when there is no one else to do it.
Of course, it has been a keeper of memories, adding colour to many otherwise bland moments. Nostalgia tends to make memories sweeter than what it actually was. Perhaps I should keep it this way, yet perhaps I should maybe take a few more pictures of people who really matter to me.
Suddenly I see my camera with a whole new perspective.
It has been my shield, for me to hide behind the lens or to just wander away when a conversation died.
It has been my conversation starter, as I take photos of acquaintances so as to have something to show and talk about.
It has been my toy, keeping me entertained when there is no one else to do it.
Of course, it has been a keeper of memories, adding colour to many otherwise bland moments. Nostalgia tends to make memories sweeter than what it actually was. Perhaps I should keep it this way, yet perhaps I should maybe take a few more pictures of people who really matter to me.
Yun struck at 6:41 PM
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