Technique-wise, this probably isn't the best shot I took today. Not very good light, out of focus, and it looks uneven. However, I liked how this little girl reminded me so much of myself as a kid. Lost in a world all her own in the presence of a book. She didn't even notice me taking pictures. I remember that engrossed feeling. Like an Alice in Wonderland in the prescence of books. Back then, there wasn't any fancy bookstore around other than National Bookstore. The floors were linoleum and there weren't any chairs available for you to sit on. Still, a book in hand can transport me from a crowded bookstore to a secret garden, filled with magical elves, missing princesses, good witches and talking frogs.
Admittedly, I do not venture into fairy tales anymore. Life has managed to make me jaded enough to break the rose-colored glasses. It allows me to see reality as what it is. I no longer get so engrossed in stories, too. I used to spend summer days not doing anything but reading. Forgetting sleep and food sometimes. I can't do that anymore. The real world calls, and I'm sometimes on speed dial. I envy that girl, though. I envy that ability to get lost in a wonderland. I can't afford that now. I can believe in fairy tales, but I can't afford to get lost in it anymore. The pains of adulthood.
I hope this
Alice (Avril Lavigne) grows up without having to envy anyone who'll remind her of herself.
