When I saw one of the photo prompts for September was bubbles, I thought, well that’s nice, i have bubble potion, i shall blow bubbles and photograph bubbles.
Isn’t that a lovely thought? Having a date with bubbles?
In my mind’s eye, I pictured a beautiful sunny day. I imagined the colorful iridescence of soapy bubbles floating over the green grass. I’d invite doggo out to play and the girls to blow bubbles with me. We’d all smile and laugh and wag our tails in the splendor. That was my plan.
I’m a visual person, so usually when I envision things, I can make them happen. Besides, how many times have we seen pictures of shiny bubbles? Tons. Tons!
Here are a couple from Pixabay:
Totally what I imagined.
Make it seem like any ol pleb with a smartphone can photograph a stunning bubbly visual display with ease.
This did not happen for me.
The weather was 79 and breezy. It was delicious.
Sadie was thrilled to hang out in the yard and eat the good grass. Sassy had homework. Moo came with, but tired of it quickly.
I had a great time blowing bubbles. I don’t know when I’d last blown bubbles. How cheerful!
After blowing a significant amount of bubbles and determining the wind direction, I turned my camera toward the area they’d been landing. I was delighted that the ground looked very early fall.
Mostly, I got wet. Wet jeans, wet foot, wet shirt. That’s when I first noticed mosquitoes.
But I kept on. Determined to get a great shot of bubbles.
Bubbles are rather unstable. Wobbly, blurry, changing constantly, dissolving, popping. Faster than the click.
Not as imagined.
At several points the wind direction changed and rounds of bubbles flew back into my face and then I was spitting out soapy hair, Pltha, Pltha, Pltha!
Then I thought maybe I could get a picture of me blowing the bubbles, so I tried that for a while.
At an unfortunate angle highlighting my nostrils.
I decided to use this one. It features zero nostrils and zero bubbles. It’s more of a bubble suggestion. A mere implication of bubbles.
People accepted this bubbleless bubble photo and several commented about how much they liked it.
I decided to stick to the blowing of the bubbles. Blowing bubbles is much more fun than photographing bubbles. Trying to photograph bubbles is best left to people who are not me. If you need a photography challenge, try bubbles.
The next day the prompt was trash. Trash. For fuck’s sake.
Got any wayward prompt stories to share?