looking for trouble [open] Mar 15, 2017 21:07:50 GMT -5
Post by AMBROSE MCNAMARA on Mar 15, 2017 21:07:50 GMT -5
Ambrose was incredibly bored. He wanted to mess something up, do something wild and dangerous but instead he was stuck taking photos of a business celebrating ten years of business. In a small town like the one Ambrose lived in most of the businesses were well over ten years old. New stores didn’t open easily but when they did it was with big fanfare. That same fanfare was present during all of the major milestones. Ten years was just the first. Twenty five was next followed by fifty. A hundred years of business was likely the most important but Ambrose had never been asked to photograph a store for that milestone and he imagined most of the places around downtown had already surpassed that age anyways.
Ambrose snapped a few photos of the people milling around outside and sighed. He hated jobs like this. They were boring at best and at worse they were just plain stupid. All he needed was one good photo of the store, usually at an angle and maybe with some people. He’d get that chalked up and prepared then put it in and be given another equally pointless job. Ambrose knew there was always an option to go freelance, to do wedding photos and graduation pictures but to Ambrose that sounded like it would be just as bad, even if it did pay more to work for himself.
He wanted to photograph things he was interested in, capture moments of happiness or people having fun. No one looked very happy buying things from a store. It was all seriousness and grab your things and go. The only smiles came from the people working and, in Ambrose’s opinion, those were usually faked. No one liked working. It was just what people did to survive. He’d never met anyone who truly liked going into work day in and day out. His father pretended to enjoy it but he always came home in a crabby mood, only serving to further prove his point that work wasn’t something someone did to have a good time.
Ambrose looked through the viewfinder and walked backwards away from the shop, trying to get the facade into frame when he bummed into someone. “Oh, sorry man! Didn’t mean to bump into you,” He apologized, putting his camera down and spinning around to face whoever he had run into only to probably apologize again. As was the case when you ran into people. Ambrose could only hope that this person would just accept the apology and leave him to get the angle he needed on this shot so he could go home and develop the film.