This photograph would not have existed had things not happened in the exact way they did.
Very dramatic, I know. The reality is much more mundane, though. But it’s still true.
So, I like fast food. Not only do I get fast food every week, I get fast food several times a week. Coronapocalypse has only exacerbated this. Last night, I went out yet again to get me some. I ordered a burger meal and the guy behind the counter said: “it’ll take 10 minutes”. I said okay and instead of waiting inside the shop staring at my phone (the signal isn’t always good in there) and despite it being dark and quite cold now, I decided to walk around the block. It’s a familiar street, been there a million times, the street borders the park that has seen so much of my presence in this strange year. And then I saw them. Growing in someone’s front yard. White flowers, blooming. I don’t know what they are, I’m not good with flowers. I took the phone out of my pocket and snapped a picture and here it is:
I did not expect it to turn out as well as it did. I tried to keep my hands steady while it was being captured and thought it would still come blurry. But it didn’t.
And this is how I ended up with the best photograph ever taken in my whole life.
It’s had no adjustments, apart from some added brightness. It’s not even cropped. Taken with my smartphone, I stress once again. When I wasn’t even trying. Here’s your motivational story.
This post could be a companion to this one from last year–same colours, only that one is staged. Also has the gothic romance aesthetics. As it happens, my favourite book of all time is Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. (The new Netflix adaptation is very underwhelming. Read the book, or watch the Hitchcock version instead.)
So, that’s it. Imagine if I cooked that night, instead of got a takeout. I would never have ended up with the best picture of my life. Checkmate, healthy eating enthusiasts and foodies!