Where the stars meet

☆Photography☆

Photography(noun)

the art, application, and practice of creating durable images by electronic means.

"Jacob is good at photography."

Golden rays of the morning tide come to light up the world. The morning comes as if even the clouds have inner grins.

The door to the classroom was closed, Zephyr pulled it open to find Celeste sitting in his place fiddling around with a camera. He walked upto the blonde "Did you join the club?" He asked.

Celeste nodded, "I had this camera at home so I decided to bring it."

He handed it to Zephyr, "It's a cool model," he replied looking through it.

"Club activities are at 2:30 right?" He says.  Zephyr nodded as he hummed, keeping his bag down. He had to make another trip outside to bring a book from his locker. When he entered he found Celeste, with his camera at eye level, he was probably trying to see how well it worked.

Zephyr laughed to himself as he pulled out his own camera and clicked a picture of an extremely enthusiastic Celeste testing out his camera.

Classes went by pretty quick and it was finally time for club activities. Every student went their own ways.

Zephyr led Celeste to the club room and showed him around the green screens, Umbrella lights and spare cameras. Celeste seemed to be in complete admiration.

Zephyr smiled, reaching for the camera hung around his neck and clicked a picture.

There weren't many people in the club, there were around 4 apart from Celeste and Zephyr. They decided to take pictures of flowers around the school campus that day.

The school campus was huge. Where the wild parts, the tame parts, chaos and order in one beautiful system.

It is as if the song, the scurries and the gentle movements of flowers are it's voice, the song of the garden for those who listen with more than their ears.

Regardless of the given task, Zephyr spent most of his time clicking pictures Of Celeste. Maybe it was something about his reactions. They were pure and natural, like a child's laugh.

The flowers growing around the campus brought a range of colors to the school. Looking at them felt like staring into heaven, fresh beginnings and adrenaline running through your body.

Celeste did have problems handling a camera at first, but eventually he got accustomed with it.

The pictures came out perfect, almost as if sprinkled with fairy dust. It was quite the pleasure looking at the world through someone else's eyes, the picture is what the photographer saw, the angle, the colors, everything. It was the beauty of their vision that captured such an immaculate scene for a picture.

They flipped through photos, tulips, lilis and the greenest of trees. Time seemed to stop.

Everything was fine. It was happy, joyous and there wasn't a single care in the world.