Fascination



I was once admiring the tiny filaments of a suspended light at my part-time job. As I was thinking what a cool shot it would be with a camera much better than the one I own, a couple interrupted with a question. When I looked at them, all I could see where purple splotches of light bulbs. I kept blinking and blinking while intently trying to focus on their faces. They probably thought I had been doing drugs in the back room.