This is two chapters from the first novel I ever tried to write. Please note that it contains adult themes.

I force my keys into the lock and turn, the tinkering claws of Poppy already thrashing on the other side to greet me. My bag hits the laminate flooring with a gentle thud as I scratch behind her ears, the house still smells of bergamot. I call for my mother, and without response, I ...

He’s been waiting the whole day for this moment. Since 4AM in the morning he’s been looking forward to taking this picture and finally his patience is being rewarded. In a bright red cabrio sports car the movie stars are heading in his direction. He takes a few pictures and walks closer to the crossroads. Exactly as he planned the traffic light jumps to red and the car has to stop. He takes a few ...

He packed his cameras and lenses deliberately. It was more gear than a typical shoot, but this one would be different. He had chosen the bag for mobility, and his choices were pushing the limits of what it could contain while still giving him the speed of access he needed.

This assignment was going to be different. He had known that for the week, hanging over him as a reminder in the back of his...

I wanted to travel the world. The only thing I was I’m not good with math or debating, so any of those jobs were off the table.

I was the artist type, who sees the world in a different light.

I became a photographer. I wanted to travel the globe and share it with other people. And I still do it. I’ve met amazing people and seen incredible things that most have never seen.

That is my job....

Jon’s pants itched. Scratching them, he readjusted his position in the bush he was in. It rustled. He hoped nothing had heard.

Bugs the size of his eyes buzzed around, making that annoying sound everyone hated: the whining of a mosquito.

Swatting away approximately 20 bugs having a feast on his pant leg, he wondered why he had wanted this job.

Then he saw them. The cheetah mother and her kits. ...

Salty, real name Steven Harrison, packed the small bag with clothes and the big bag with camera equipment.

His luggage choices mirrored his life choices. Since boyhood, he’d always been much more interested in capturing the beauty of the world around him than in trying to look good himself.

The small bag had three of everything - t-shirt, jeans, underwear and tube socks - a tube of laundry de...

Bryn was an introvert at heart preferring to tell his stories through a series of pictures. Never indulging much in the way of conversation at star studded parties, charity or prize giving events he’d simply nod or utter a few words where appropriate.

Bryn, a world renowned photographer, is a tortured soul. He’d met his kindred spirit at the age of five and his mission, really, was to find her ag...

It must have been the focus ring. It was misaligned. Happened when Drew had dropped the bag getting off the plane. Shit.

Yeah. That was it. It was the only explanation.

Drew fiddled with the controls, deleted the picture, hell- deleted the last five, ten.

Start again. He told himself. Again.

He knew how important it would be for him to nail the assignment. Candids of the common people. What...

The idea for a photographer finds something unique and memorable, for many of them, takes ages; however, the majority remain unprofessional, just doing it for the close circle of people. One brief moment could change the fate of the object and our hero. Antony, for a fantastic shot, would get hidden corners of our planet; nevertheless, the best photo he did near his home, he captured a girl crying...

Behind the camera lense I hide

Hiding my face and instead looking at the more beautiful ones.

The woman I was photographing

Beautiful.

Pure beauty.

She looked nothing like me

She was the image of grace and elegance.

Me on the other hand.

Scruffy

Untidy

Unwanted

Just some other lost soul looking for a place to go.

But I guess we all are.

No one fits in.

We all make our own place we belong.

I am a p...