I have just done this picture i named "A Little Late". It shows a rescue crew finally finding their missing person in a cave... dead. All that is left is a few skeletons.
While created in attempt for ironic humor (being the rescue crew couldn't even do their job properly), i also wanted to write a story with it, to give my pictures some sense so people don't just shrug their shoulders and say "oh that's nice."
No, i want my pictures to each have an untold story behind them. if pictures are a thousand words, than my pictures must not be big enough to hold the stories about them.
hence,i tell the story in my journal.
let's be boring and start the story out like this...
"once upon a time (told you it was boring), there once was man who sucked at farming. He couldn't grow crops to save his life (and, no, that was not why he was eventually reduced to a skeleton... opps, oh well, you'd learn about that part later on anyway).
Now one day this man decided he'd had enough of being a failure at farming, and went into the nearby village to find work, but, like our wonderful economy today, he couldn't find one. He searched everywhere, asked everyone, and eventually gave up after several days of searching without hope.
Then he heard this really rich guy on the other side of the mountain was offering jobs to the person who could get to his house first. By now everyone had heard, and so everyone wanted money,which leads to, yep, everyone all at once shoving and fighting and pushing to get over that mountain first.
To cut a long and boring journey short, the man, while horrible when it came to farming, was a pretty good runner, and so he easily outraced everybody else. However, upon turning a sharp corner up the mountain, he slipped and fell down into a cave, and... i mean, do i even need to finish the story...?
...okay, fine, i'll finish the story!
anyway, the man stayed there for over a week, starving, thirsty, and scared out of his wits.
eventually a man, also racing to the rich guy's house, jogged by, and the man inside the cave screamed, "Hey, wait a second! Get back over here, i need your help!"
i know, not very polite is he.
obviously the other man ignored him, as did everybody else that came racing by.
Now the end is very depressing and involves a horribly slow death and eventually rotting bones, so i know you want to skip that part.
moral of the story? if there was one, i'd have to say it would be either to never go speeding around corners in a mad dash to a rich guy's house, or be content with whatever job you have and to stick with it, because you could have no job (or life for that matter), and that would be ten times worse.
i like the latter moral better.
okay, there are my thousand or so words. told you my picture couldn't have said all that.
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