Tales from the pot

The Shutterbug

Camera in hand, he walked on. And on, and on and on .............. The plateau seemed endless. Though the horizon seemed a finite distance away, it never got any closer. Every time something interesting came up, man, animal, plant or rock, anything whatsoever, a sudden click and snap, photo taken. He didn't know why it happened, why he photographed everything that caught his attention. Its not like he wanted to. With the camera attached to his hand, he just couldn't get rid of it. And the clicking, was even more automated than a reflex, as if somebody , rather something else was forcing him to point and shoot.

The last few days had been the strangest of his life, no food, no water, no sleep, like a long speed trip. But he wasnt spun, no sireee, he was quite content, at least physically, especially after clicking the odd photograph.

to be continued .........

or maybe not.