Black and White (CCA Assignment)
I opened my eyes to greet those of Brother’s. Every morning, the same sharp black-and-whiteness woke me up to a new, peaceful day.
I grasped Brother’s large, rough hand, my short legs barely catching up with his. He held his camera with his other hand. I did not bother to request for him to put down his speed, for I was as excited as he in our trip. We lived alone, without those smooth or experienced hands caring for us. Yet we were contented.
He raised his camera, and I craned my neck to stare at the camera screen. Brother only laughed at my feeble attempt, and I pouted, folding my arms. After seconds, he sat down on the ground, motioning for me to sit with him. Instead of a vibrantly coloured photo, a black and white one replaced it instead.
I gave Big Brother a questioning look, which he only replied with a smile. I received the camera from his hands, looking closely at the dull picture. For a moment, I could not comprehend why Big Brother made that shot in such simple, dead colours.
Yet, everything in that photo seemed to suddenly come alive. How strange, that a coloured photo, as one usually witnesses in visual, hides the harsh reality of what lies beyond those colours. Yet two unsought colours brought out everything, making the captured scene so vulnerable to exposure. Coloured photos, no matter how radiant, will fade one day, and remove the façade of it all.
A large droplet of rain landed harshly on my nose, and I brushed it off. Brother swung me up into his arms, rushing for shelter as the rain chased us away in sheets.
posted by Shiroi-chan @ 10:26 AM
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