“And that’s the last photo.” I said. I looked at the photo I just took, I smiled at the robin. Suddenly I spot something in the photo I wish I didn’t see. It had big ears and brawny, athletic hind legs. It had a coat of feathery, soft and brown wispy, fur. I stared in horror at this horrific beast

_Remember nothing beats the Rabbit _🐰...

I get a fresh first look on the new film. I got it printed today. The other day I went to a field of tea flowers. It's so beautiful there, so I took as many shots are I could. Some people were walking, and I took pictures of them too. Right. I half to mail those soon. I take the stack home, ready to get to work.

I unroll all of the film, and get a good look at each and every one of the pictures. ...

As I flipped through the photos taken with the ease of no worries of the fall coming into this time of the year. I look closer and realize her teapot was there in clear view and I couldn’t believe it. How could that be possible. A folktale or a child’s tale however you want to call it had came to life and I had proof....

He poured himself a cup of coffee and settled into the chair and table set on his porch. Getting up he grabbed his computer bag from the living room, and returned to the porch. He took his computer out and began editing pictures he had taken.

The air was cool, fresh, and damp. It was spring air, his favorite kind. The birds were in full bloom that day and the trees sang as the wind rustled inbet...

Cotton candy skies and white almond trees in full bloom, Emy smiles as she scrolls through the pictures she snapped before she lost the light of the sun. Her favorite time of day was when the temperature starts to cool and the sun starts fading away. It had been three years since she moved to the small farming town. She lived with Ben, her fiancé of a year, and had 30 acres of almond trees lining ...

My favorite part about my trips wasn't the trip itself but the aftermath. Even if I didn't remember every little detail off the top of my head, I knew I took a photo of it. Going through them all and editing them was like living the excitement all over again. Pulling out my laptop and connecting my camera to it after a long expedition was like a ritual to me. I could spend hours curled up on my co...

What is that I see

Is that him or he

Staring with glee

The pic is of me...

Sitting at my desk, I stare at the picture of the girl. She was dead. At least, she should have been. But here, in the photo in my hand, she was smiling, alive, happy. And unaware of me, standing away from her, taking pictures of the trails and trees.

They had told me she was dead and had shown what I thought had been proof. They were lying, it seems. I slammed the photo onto my desk, standing s...

“I love that one,” amanda says, as she smiles at a photo of a golden retriever rolling in the grass.

“Me too,” I say, remembering being at delta park last june. “It reminds me of summer.” I scroll through photos of friends, restauraunts, strangers, shoes, lights…

“Stop,” Amanda says, as i click back to the last photo, as i already passed it. “Wheres thet one taken?”

“Huh,” i say, peering at the ...

Developing photographs from film began falling out of practice after the advent of digital cameras. Being able to edit photographs electronically and have access to them instantly was a great boon for many, but Tielo enjoyed developing his own film. There was a certain elegance in the technique and a timeless quality about the photographs that could not be matched by digital photography. Today, he...