#Outdoor flash photography

[2000ghosts]

january 19, 2007

[kickmebare]

amoebaonfilm

[nfasth]

Elderflower and rhubarb lemonade

[vicburnette]

Lake Episode

[leodarno]

[rayvvision]

[saradoingthings]

hot summer nightsss mid julyyy

(that’s a lie it’s late august) 🍋 💃🏻 🏖️

[quesuyung]

[2000ghosts]

october 29, 2006

[kickmebare]

amoebaonfilm

[nfasth]

Getting ready

[leodarno]

[shoddyswrld]

Outdoor work

[zeroloop]

 Flash per Fotocamere NEEWER Z2-C (versione Canon): Potente e Versatile con Alcuni Punti da Migliorare

NEEWER Z2-C Flash Speedlite TTL 2.4G a Testa Rotonda per Canon, 2 Lampade Pilota a LED, Tasto TCM per Cambio Rapido TTL/M, 76W 1/8000s HSS Batteria al Litio 7.4V/2600mAh 480 Flash a Piena Potenza Se sei un appassionato di fotografia, saprai quanto sia importante avere un buon flash a disposizione per ottenere scatti di alta qualità in qualsiasi condizione di illuminazione. Recentemente ho avuto…

[98stills]

[talkfastromance4]

Achilles Heel--Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)

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You’d had a wonderful dinner with Jake, he surprised you after work. The night was still young with stars just starting to twinkle in the sky and as he was driving home you saw a billboard advertising a nighttime mini-golf course.

“Can we go mini-golfing?!” you ask him excitedly. “It’s two exits away!”

Jake looks at the billboard apprehensive but replaces it with a soft smile.

“Sure, Sugar.”

He takes the proper exit and finds a parking spot right in front. It’s packed with families and other young couples doing date night. There was an Icee machine, cotton candy, and big pretzels in the concession stands near the entrance. Jake opened your door, helped you out and held your hand all the way up to the ticket booth.

A teenage girl stared wide-eyed as Jake smiled politely at her.

“Two for mini-golf please?” he asks. He releases your hand so he can pull out his wallet, his black Mastercard shining in the night as he hands it to her.

“S-sure,” she stutters. When she grabs the credit card she drops it and it clangs on the metal countertop. She turns tomato red as she swipes the card but it’s approved instantly and she slides it back to him. “You can pick out your ball and putter over there.”

“Thank you,” Jake smiles then tugs you along. 

You pick a neon pink ball and Jake wants you to pick one for him so you find a green one to match his eyes. You write down your names on the scorecard and wait your turn at the first hole as a family of three are going. It’s two women and a little boy about four years old, he hits the ball and follows it down the green while both moms are encouraging him and snapping some photos.

“You two can go ahead, Louis likes to whack it in,” the one closest to you says. 

“We don’t mind waiting,” you smile then turn to Jake, “Isn’t he adorable?”

“He is determined,” Jake grins. 

When they make it to the second hole, Jake has you go first and you line up for the shot. The first hole is winding with rocks alternating down as obstacles so you’re trying to aim in between them. You hit it with your putter and the ball doesn’t hit a rock until the very last one which lands your ball against the wall but it’s near the hole. 

“Good job, Sugar,” Jake praises and you smile proudly at him before moving out of his way.

It takes him a bit longer to line up his shot as you watch him carefully, he seems nervous and antsy. He swings his putter and the ball hits the very first rock, rolling right back to him.

“That’s okay, go again,” you tell him. 

He moves the ball back to its spot in front of his feet, his leather shoes shining against the outdoor lights. You back up a little to admire him in his fancy outfit playing mini-golf so you inconspicuously pull out your phone to snap a picture. 

“Hey! No flash photography,” he warns.

“Sorry,” you giggle pocketing it back into your Coach crossbody. Another gift from Jake.

He lines up again, biting his lip and hits the ball. It goes halfway down the green so you follow him to the spot. He hits two more rocks before he finally makes it to the hole. He lets you go first and you tap it in easily but he takes two more strokes. Jake looks mildly irritated as you move to hole number two but you pass it off as not playing in a while.

As you move along the course Jake becomes increasingly irritable as it takes him double the time to score than you. You get to the fifth hole where you have to hit your ball into one of three holes so it will drop down below. Yours goes in the middle and you get a hole in one but Jake’s ball is hit a little too hard and it smacks off the back wall rolling right to him. 

“Fuck,” he hisses quietly and you snap your head at him. You’ve never heard him swear before. He’s gripping the handle of his putter tightly.

“Have you played mini-golf before?” you ask carefully.

“Of course I have,” he grunts and goes again. The ball goes in the hole on the far left and you run to the edge to see it roll into a makeshift sand pit. “Where’d it go?”

“In the made-up sand pit,” you smile apologetically. The muscle in his jaw ticks and he walks past you to go down the small flight of stairs. 

You follow him just as he angles himself awkwardly on the green and wood chips so he can hit his ball. He hits it a bit too hard and goes way past the hole. He grunts again and you move in front of him.

“Hey, hey, hey, slow down,” you place your hand over his hand gripping the putter too tightly. His grip relaxes at your touch but his expression is still hard as he looks down at you. “Are you sure you’ve played before?”

“Once when I was younger. I’m used to regular golf, where you have to hit it hard. This putter is too small and this course has too many weird obstacles,” he huffs.

A snorted laugh escapes you and you cover your mouth while Jake tries to move out of your way. 

“No, no, no, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” you move in front of him again grabbing hold of his cheek. He pointedly avoids your eyes. “I’m not laughing at you, honey, I swear. It’s just…you’re so good at everything else, I thought this would be a piece of cake for you.”

“Yeah, well, it’s my achilles heel,” he grunts.

“If you don’t like it then why did we come?”

“Because you seemed so excited and I want you to be happy,” he finally meets your gaze.

“Oh, Jake, that’s so sweet,” you rise on your toes to kiss him softly on the lips. “We can stop if you want to.”

“No, we’re almost done and you’re enjoying yourself. Just promise me one thing?” he asks. 

“What’s that?”

“Don’t tell the guys I suck at mini-golf?”