Blurry photos sometimes have the best memories behind them.
But it sucks when, a photo being taken with good timing, is out of focus
just a little. It’s hard to tell what the story was if it’s blurry.
It could’ve painted a picturesque image, told a slightly clearer tale.
Although, it’s still been taken. But, under what circumstances?
It could’ve told a story like this…
Sitting in chairs unfolded, looking dull, no one’s quite woken up yet. A-burr
…kettle goes bubble, birds are flapping, thongs are flopping, tired voices
talking about the weather and waves and nature’s strange animal noises
and how beautiful the sunrise was. Zzzzzip. Join the day join the book fanatics,
sharing the latest Harry Potter book; “Ha! Shotgun reading it next!â€Â
People walking past with their towels, dirty or clean clothes and shower products.
Smoking up the BBQ, flushing toilets. Loud talkers, naked toddlers.
High pitched squeal from the neighbour’s children stepping in a patch of prickles.
Tent pegs being hammered in, tarps being blown the ocean’s gust of wind.
Giggly 12 year olds running on the hot concrete, jump onto the grass to cool off.
Splash water on their scorching dry legs, streams down, wets the heels, all better.
Then hop back on the path. “Ohhh! Ow! Ow! Ouch! Get back on the grass! Ahhh!
All better†Hot concrete + Watery soles = Boiling concrete.
So, what is the story? Where was this blurry photo taken?
No television, no power points. Not including those in the laundry room,
And when something goes unsupervised for just a minute, stolen.
Off to the shops to buy another. The only form of civilization we
Come in contact with, for 2 weeks, other than whom we make friends with
A few tents down.
Fish and chips for lunch everyday, dares are done for fun scull gravy for 60 cents.
Snort sherbet and pop rocks for nothing, except pure genuine amusement.
We play ‘tie a little boy to a tree and watch him get out’. A game the kid, himself,
Enjoys. Any idea where this blurred memory took place?
5 cents gum, slush puppies YUM! Brain freeze! Ice cream, anything cold.
Don’t lose inspiration to build the best-unstructured sloppy sand castle,
Show the try hards, with the buckets and spades around whose king!
Spoilt wannabes! Jealous?
Take a torch and go hunting for creatures that lurk at night, in trees; big eyes,
Sharp claws and hairy spines. Scary noises in the bushes make us walk a
Little quicker without thinking, without blinking. No clue where to start bolting.
Zooming past gas burning lights next to adults playing cards.
Ducking down through the broken fence, losing track of time, dinner has been.
“It’s getting late. Mum’s probably expecting me back soon, who cares! Race ya
to the beach..â€Â. Collapse on the sand, then we’re playing within the walls
of the worn, ancient shipwreck and we pretend “aye aye captain†with the bright pattern of stars glistening that twinkle back in our eyes. Over on the horizon; a cruise ship so far away in the distance and even still it looks like we’re the only ones in this oversized,
indoor swimming pool, this dome room.
Left with grainy damp feet, time to head back and wash it off. Say goodnight to your summer friends and sneak back in. Footsteps on the tarp, takes a peep out of whoever
I’m sharing the three-man tent with. Zzzzzip and they murmur nothing important.
Crouch and shuffle into my sleeping bag and doze off and dream of the next sunburnt
Day where blisters form because “you missed a spotâ€Â
See, blurry photos sometimes have the best memories behind them.
But it’s hard to tell what the story was, if it’s blurry.
It could’ve told a story ending with a kiss, no; too cliché!
It could’ve been clearer, picturesque.
Atleast it was still taken, it still told a story
But it could’ve been just this for you; a blurry photo.
OKAY! GUESS AWAY. WHERE AM I DESCRIBING!
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