Hey, so I am taking an international online class at Wesleyan University at Connecticut, USA. The course I am taking is called Memoir and Personal Essay: Managing Your Relationship with the Reader. I really enjoy taking this course, so I actually enrolled at the next course called Memoir and Personal Essay: Writing in First Person Point of View. So, This ain't much, but I love to share one of the activities I had. This activity is about writing from the level of the story as if the events captured by the photo are unfolding in real-time. The activity was called Framing Your Self(ie). One-story, two-frames, same photo but one was a selfie, and a friend captured the second. I chose the photo that I recently made with friends by the beach so yes, I hope you appreciate it.
The Selfie
It was a Sunday afternoon, my friends and I are catching the sunset over the beachside at Cory Aquino Blvd. Facing the beach's warm breeze, comprehending the massive waves that I see from afar, and living the very moment that I get to hang out with my friends. Being here makes it extremely Parnassian moment just as the sun goes down for the day, making me feel like I am in a movie scene freely drawing my last breath. The day was not perfect, but it went randomly excellent. I was wearing my usual white shirt and rugged pants. Posing like a teenage kid that went to see a sunset by the beach for the first time. It was calming and disturbing, it was sad, and joy, but the fleeting feeling of freedom made it all sense. I am alive and well despite this pandemic.
Photo Captured by a Friend
From a friend's perspective, the sight of me is a whole different area to define compared to my own captures of myself. Eyes are freer to rest somewhere. Sensing more practical effects from my surroundings covers me as I lay my concern about how I look and trust my friend who captures my photo. The breeze is salty; the wind is smooth rushing through my face and whispers it sounds, and the hasty sounds of waves catch through me while I am there sitting at the bench along the beachside of Cory Aquino Blvd. Wearing my usual style of a white tee and pants. Smiling through the mystified feeling of freedom taking over my heart. I am here being captured, and I am living the most of it.
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