Post by KHOLDEN PHINNEAUS JACKSON on Apr 18, 2010 18:25:51 GMT -5
Kholden had been up since dawn taking pictures. He couldn’t help it, he loved the way spring brought the beauty of Chicago out in the morning. Things were just waking up, light was touching it just right. The angles, the shadows, the colors, all of it just hit a thing in kholden and he couldn’t help but grab his camera and set out. Normally Kholden liked to sleep in. He loved his bed, loved being warm, loved snuggling. Carson wasn’t a big snuggler, but he was referring to his pillows and blankets. Comforters were amazing. He absolutely loved comforters and he was usually buying a new one every month or so, if he found one he liked. He usually gave his old one away of course otherwise hed be stockpiled with comforters and really what would you do with that? In any case, there were very few…very few things that could get kholden willingly out of bed before ten in the morning and this was one of them.
Kholden was probably out for a few hours. He got the dew glistening on the grass and spider webs with the golden colors of the rising sun filtering through trees and buildings to the bright morning son as it awakened the birds and squirrels. The flowers that had been planted upon the first few days of warmer weather opening up their petals to show the world its beauty. He did anything he could to get a shot he wanted. Didn’t matter at what cost or what position.. He managed all so he could have that one shot.
Kholden probably went through several rolls of film and filled up his memory card on his digital. He even had his Polaroid out. Khol could never decide what he wanted, but different shots needed different qualities and different ways to be viewed in. It all depended on what of that view he wanted to capture. Khol was seriously a photography lover. He didn’t do it for anything or anyone but himself though. He could probably have a good career in it, but instead he did it as a hobby. Of course once and while he would send something in if he thought it fit the magazine or the topic or if he knew it would be posted in the right way. But that wasn’t very often.
When he was satisfied he headed to the arts building. The year he came he knew what he would be using some of his inheritance for. Khol ended up making an anonymous donation to the school but put that a certain amount went into the photo lab and even specifically requested some things. He never said anything and still hasn’t. Khol will still randomly give donations. Mostly from what hes earned now which isn’t much considering if he did he would be able to get out on his own, but he always puts money to the side and when he decides its time to send in even if its not a whole lot its something. A few extra books, maybe a new mattress or computer… or… anything really.
Khol put his digital and the Polaroid into his bag, but took his other out, getting all the chemicals he would need to get ready and go into the red room. Khol left his bag out, his jacket over the top if it. He didn’t like to think anyone would steal his stuff, but mostly he was too excited to get the pictures developed that he didn’t even think to maybe take his stuff with him. Once everything was set up he turned the light on, bathing the room with red and he closed the door. One of the things he had asked for was double door. You had to first walk into a little area before you got to the red room. This was in case people needed to go in and out and didn’t think to check if it was in use or forgot to knock. Accidents happen. This way the first area is always dark so theres no chance in letting light into the red room when going in regardless of it being in use or not.
Kholden set about developing his pictures. Grinning at the way they were turning out. He couldn’t wait to see them in real light.
