One Object - Part 10 & 11
Chapter 10
Sally didn't show today. I guess that's if for our project, though really, my real concern is for Sally. I called her several times throughout the day - but there was never an answer, no voicemail, no call. I spent the time looking through some shots from our previous sessions. I remember setting up the shots, finding interesting backgrounds and settings, working with the light, etc. but... I see something now, in the photos, that I didn't see then. There is, I'm sure of it.... when I look really, really closely... almost completely hidden by her skillful modeling ability but just there, oh so barely detectable, there is a... a look... a subtle, haunting, troubled, look in her eyes...
Chapter 11
Still no word from Sally. When I think of her, my mind floods with images - a mental shot-list of photos never taken, that, it seems now, never will be - will never exist outside my mind.
I tried calling her again today. After dialing the number, there was the 'click' of an answer. "Sal!!..." I started, but was immediately cut off with a too-pleasantly annoying voice: "I'm sorry, the number you have called is not in service. I repeat, the numb..." I hung up, dialed again, and got the same. Where are you Sally? What's happened to you??
One Object - Part 10 & 11
Chapter 10
Sally didn't show today. I guess that's if for our project, though really, my real concern is for Sally. I called her several times throughout the day - but there was never an answer, no voicemail, no call. I spent the time looking through some shots from our previous sessions. I remember setting up the shots, finding interesting backgrounds and settings, working with the light, etc. but... I see something now, in the photos, that I didn't see then. There is, I'm sure of it.... when I look really, really closely... almost completely hidden by her skillful modeling ability but just there, oh so barely detectable, there is a... a look... a subtle, haunting, troubled, look in her eyes...
Chapter 11
Still no word from Sally. When I think of her, my mind floods with images - a mental shot-list of photos never taken, that, it seems now, never will be - will never exist outside my mind.
I tried calling her again today. After dialing the number, there was the 'click' of an answer. "Sal!!..." I started, but was immediately cut off with a too-pleasantly annoying voice: "I'm sorry, the number you have called is not in service. I repeat, the numb..." I hung up, dialed again, and got the same. Where are you Sally? What's happened to you??