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Pictures are meant to replace a thousand words; even that is not enough to explain the road I took after capturing a single photo. Lost in a pile of limbs, sweaty by the consumption of passion, and feeling more alive than in the heat of the day, I look at my camera resting on the dresser, containing images that are worth more than words.---Lake Louise is sublime, the snowy peaks in the background, the emerald-colored water in the middle, and the green valley surrounding us. It is the typical Albertan tourist picture, having been captured from all angles so many times. I understand why, it is a stunning vista. The clicking noises of my DSLR don?t stop for a few seconds, hoping to get my own to hang in my apartment back home.When I have enough, I get out of the crowd and search for my friends, finding them further down the shore. Once I?m close enough to see them clearly, a smile forms on my face as I bring the camera to my eye, framing the couple unbeknownst of my presence.The gaze they share speaks of their love, of the bond that links them together. My friend Philip is looking deep into the eyes of his sweetheart, the smile he has is gentle yet passionate and intense. Catherine is melting from his look, her face showing the deep attachment she has for him. With the picturesque background, I cannot pass up this opportunity.I play with the settings feverishly until I?m satisfied, firmly pressing the trigger to capture the moment. Then, I start to move a little bit, changing the background to have another shot. As I was ready to fire again, two pairs of eyes converge on me, my sneaky capture of the moment unmasked.?Are we in the way?? Philip asks with a grin.I lower the camera a little bit, showing my glowing smile, saying, ?I saw two lovebirds and I needed to capture them before they fly away.?We all laugh at my cheeky joke before we continue our stroll on the shore of Lake Louise. I take many, many more pictures that day but only one I cannot wait to see. By mid-afternoon, Ankara bayan escort we visited what we came for, heading back to my friend?s home in Calgary, picking up Thai food on the way. I barely contain myself as we eat, rushing to download the pictures onto my laptop as my hosts clean the dining table of our feast of cheap yet comforting food. I look at the progress bar nervously, the thumbnails taking their time to appear on the screen.When it finally pops in the folder, I open it to find the most evocative picture I?ve ever taken. Some photos are about the technical composition, a coveted subject, or the memories they instigate, this one speaks a unique language. Although it is quite cliche, you forget all of it the moment your gaze finds the couple, the love expressed enveloping you as if you were there, as if it was you those feelings were for. I immediately feel my heart pumping faster at the thought of being in Philip?s place, to feel Catherine?s arm softly rubbing my back in a comforting motion, to have her gaze pierce my defenses to disarm all of my worries and fright of being vulnerable to her.I shift slightly my eyes to the left and find Philip, my longtime friend that I feel for the first time a desire to have more than the camaraderie we share for so many years. I want to feel his dominant yet caring hand resting on my ass. I want to see his disarming smile playfully toying with my emotions for him. The new feelings that are rushing in me are so intense that I get subjugated, making me swap my perspective from one to the other, only increasing the pressure I feel inside of me. I sense my heart pumping to an alarming rate, my hands are sweaty over the trackpad, my legs are fidgety by the intensity, signs that sensory overload is rushing through me.?Wow! I love the picture you took of us,? Catherine says over my shoulder, snapping me out of the train wreck I was sure I would end up being.I move my eyes to the red nub in the Escort bayan Ankara middle of the keyboard, focusing on one thing to get my body in check, to give me a few seconds to rationalize what just happened. During that time, my brain takes back control, admonishing me for longing for my friends. My morality takes the side of Catherine, reproving me for having those lewd thoughts, as if I was trying to steal her and make her mine. My public persona goes for Philip, reminding me in firm words that I?m not attracted to men, that it isn?t me, that I should be horrified of this lapse in judgment.I stay silent as the whirlwind gust its venom in my disturbed mind, only turning my head toward Catherine when I know I can offer my persona, saying, ?Yes, I?m really happy how it turned out.?I thought I was good enough, that I had hidden my shameful self from her but the morphing of her figure shows how I?ve done a poor job. Her smile loses its warm edge, her eyes start to sparkle, her breathing accelerates. I keep my gaze on her longer than what is socially acceptable, unable to move away as the right side of my brain creates a world where she bends down and kisses me.?What have we here? Oh, I love the pic-? Philip starts to say before he sees us.A wave of fright courses through my body at my blatant lack of morality, my heart stops beating as I fear the rejection that will soon hit our relationship, my dry mouth slowly opens to interject that nothing was happening. Even though apologies are rushing in my head to help mend the battered friendship with Philip, I stay silent, maybe because of my constricting windpipe or because I have a strong feeling that nothing can save me now.?Well, this is unexpected,? he says slowly in a monotone voice, enunciating all syllables individually.I swallow the small amount of saliva to help get my voice back but I still can?t say anything, my mind frozen by the realization that I have shattered my relationship Bayan escort Ankara with my childhood friend, because I took a picture.Philip leans toward me, approaching menacingly, casting a shadow over me. I prepare myself for the hit, for the shouting, for the door closing on twenty-odd years of friendship. My frightened eyes do not leave him as he stops a few centimeters from my face, extending his left arm to support himself on the backrest of the chair, the other reaching past my field of view.?I have seen how you looked at my girlfriend,? he starts to say as he brings his right arm back toward me, ?Why don?t you use that desire with your camera?!? he says as he deposits my Nikon in my hand.A smile slowly starts to form on his face, not one of friendship or joy, one of savage satisfaction at my longing for his girlfriend, at the power he has over me. He rises and goes to his sweetheart, guiding her with purpose and control to the door of their bedroom. She gives me a quick look before she passes me, her glistening eyes excited by what is playing out. They stop at the door and start to make out, their first kiss deliberately slow yet provocative. In shock, I do not move, looking at them with mouth agape.My friend turns to me as he removes his lips from his companion, sultrily saying, ?We aren?t going to wait for you, you better get that viewfinder up if you want to immortalize the moment.? Without any other consideration for me, he turns back and pushes her inside the room.I stay fixed in surprise for two more seconds before my drive kicks in, following them with my gear, finding them on their bed. With one hand, I play with the dials and the buttons using the same feverishness that Philip is groping her breasts, rotating and pressing them through her clothes. With the other, I rummage in my backpack for a fat and long cylinder while Catherine slowly gets her hand inside his pants to find his bulging cock. The clicking noise of the DSLR mixes with their wet kisses, their increasing sighing burying my quick breathing.Once I find my fixed 35mm objective, I swap it at a record-breaking speed, not wanting to miss any opportunities. Now equipped with the right tool, I start to get bolder and get closer to take more subjective compositions as both get in the heat of the moment.