Gemotions

He hummed a jaunty tune, a low rumble in his chest that echoed the distant thunder. The announcement of the delay didn't faze him. He'd just wrapped up a two-week intensive photography workshop in the Scottish Highlands, capturing the raw beauty of the landscape. His hands, still stained with ink from developing prints, itched for a new project. Missing his best friend’s wedding was a bummer, but he knew they'd celebrate later. He grabbed his camera bag, already mentally composing shots for a new series on urban decay.