Sunset in Negombo, by me
I had a dream I remember through photographs. I was swimming in a beautiful sunset, the sky shifted from blues to pinks to greens. It started raining in the ocean. I was worried about my camera so I swam back. The sun was going down, had gone down. I’d missed the shot. As I took my headphones out and folded clothes over my camera the rain stopped and the sun came out again. I could see both the sun and the moon, both white.
Tariq took a better photo than me, with the 12X zoom on a Fuji. I ran ran to the point to get a better shot. There were people on a rock, posing. They were getting in my way. I ran to the rock but the crowd had gotten bigger. A girl from high school was there, dressed in Indian white with red flowers in her hair. I ran around and looked to climb but there were two many people there. A throng really.
Then the crowd of white pilgrims started walking into the sea. A trail of sand opened and the sky tow turned into fantastic clay and butter, like an oil painting of yellows and blues and greens. Surreal and real, tangible. The crowd was walking into it. There was a giraffe on top of the rock. I thought this was a great shot, as he clumsily debarked from the rock and into the sea. There was a long line now, heading out to the horizon.
As the elephant started in the scene was starting to change. Things looked a bit more Styrofoam, more 2D. The elephant looked up at a ribbon in the sky with gold sparkles. Which looked like a high school science project, really.
“It’s glitter!” he bellowed “It’s glitter!”