I was awoken by my alarm clock screeching down into my ear. My hate for that sound grew and grew, day by day. Every part of me just wanted to go back sleep, every-day is just the same. I wake up, have breakfast, set off for work, finish work and come back home, have dinner, go bed. It’s constant cycle and it is starting to really get frustrating, and boring. I need to find a hobby, something I enjoy, there’s just one problem: I don’t know what I enjoy. Yes, I seem to just be a boring soul without any hobbies.
To start of my day with something new, I decided to enter the local competition, the prize was a charter to see the Bahamas, Hawaii, Brazil and even Europe! Sounded incredible, luxurious and most of all, peaceful. I knew they wasn’t a chance of me winning it though, I mean just think of how many people were entering! I thought to myself “What is there to lose” So, here I am, walking to work whilst transmitting my smile all around the town. I live in a pretty small town, so pretty much everyone knows each other. Surprisingly, I have never actually left my home town, I guess maybe that charter wouldn’t be what I wanted, ‘should I be leaving the town? Especially after this long of staying’, that’s what I could of been thinking, but I didn’t because there was no chance the winner would be me.
After long hours sitting behind a desk, listening to how John lost £700 at the casino, I finally get home and can enjoy a relaxing time just watching TV.
My night ended pretty normally, I watched some films, brushed my teeth, listened to some music and went to sleep, I think it’s what happened the next morning that shocked me the most.
I was awoken by my irritating alarm clock, the same as any other morning. As normal, my hate for the sound of my alarm clock, grew even more than it did yesterday, and I went to get some breakfast. Luckily for me, the competition for the ‘trip around the world’ was being drawn today, so I only had to wait a day for the winners to be announced. So I made myself a coffee, and with no rush at all, I went to sit down in-front of my TV. I got it on the right channel and sat back and relaxed, waiting and waiting for them to just draw out a name. There we go, someone called ‘Roxi’ was drawn out, who would of guessed that. However they carried on shuffling for a name, which I found strange, but clearly everybody there didn’t! Then they said a name, a name that made me shocked. The name drawn belonged to me, I had one the competition! So now them thoughts were coming to my head, should I go on this journey or not!
I had a big decision to make, I have never left my hometown, and I’ve just won tickets to travel the world!
If you see this, we need help. We’ve lost control of the unforeseen battle. These robots, well Aliens, are too powerful for us to even get a fair fight. Our soldiers are drained, we’ve got hardly anything left in our motivation. Yesterday, I helped Solider 098 get a piece of salvaged robot tech over to the research facility so we could run some tests, maybe even use some of the wreckage to make a weapon to use against them, but for now, no good.
I just want my family to know that the whole of the team are doing everything I can to keep the world from being destroyed and used as a trophy to these robots.
I’m exhausted and drained, I just want a break. A break which I think is well deserved. It’s all I’ve wanted since day 1 of the fight.
Well for now, I say my see you soon, not a goodbye, not just yet.
People were rushing around everywhere. It’s like they just got out of there cars and ran, they didn’t know where they were going, but they didn’t care. Just running and running, not one person would stop. It was like the only direction they knew of was forward. The city had been deserted. I was so distracted by everyone else, I had not even a single second to check what was actually happening, I just thought it would be best to run, and to not stop. However, It got to the point where a break was a necessity, I was struggling to catch my breath! Everything went quite, nothing could be heard, not even birds chirping or trees swaying in the hush wind. I stood there and didn’t move an inch. I very slowly looked up. My heart started racing and my legs were struggling to stay stood up. I was in so much shock that I couldn’t move, it was like I was frozen. It was the most unfortunate event that could ever happen in history, and it was coming straight for us.
They say that “A picture is worth a thousand words”. This is why i’m a photographer.
Looking at many different perspectives of things and taking the photo. I saw a moment which I thought would look perfect as a digital creation and I captured it through a lens.
I love my job for so many reasons, but I think the best reasons is the many things I get to see and experience during the day, not just focusing on the main part of an image but really taking in everything I am capturing, what job could make me more happier.
Today I set off for my biggest project yet, one that will be cherished forever. I was going to the beach where my loved one said her final goodbyes to planet Earth. I have been hired for a wedding, which makes it even more emotional for me. That’s part of the job, i guess.
All of the memories I had were coming straight back to me, the sweet smell of the donuts, or the crashing waves of the sea continuously creating background noise. It felt like home, a place where I went whenever I felt like I couldn’t do it. This place always made me fee special.
The weddings was spectacular, and graceful. The bride and groom were lovely people, in their mid-forties, had a son and a daughter who were brought up with good manners. I loved the whole event, from taking the many photos, whilst taking in the atmosphere, remembering all the old memories with her.
I felt like she was with me, watching over my shoulder. Guiding me to create the perfect images, for my sake and for the couples sake.
The bus journey home was an emotional one, but one of my greatest. Filled with memories, and thousands of digital creations that were constructed with thought out perspectives and angles.
A picture is worth a thousand words, because now that couple can look back and remember there beautiful wedding and I can look back at the personal photographs and remember her, the one that helped me with it all.
