Get Out! In Black and White said Claire.
Find a place where there’s a lot of activity.
Fade into the background.
Fix your sights on an unsuspecting subject.
(Okay, she didn’t exactly say that.)
Snap and run.
(She didn’t exactly say that, either.)
“Does that mean birds are out?” I asked.
We have a lot of bird activity around here.
Leave the birds out she told me.
Oh, and then blog about the experience.
I planned to hang out at the mall. I figured there’d be a little activity there this time of year.
And maybe folks would be so focused on their lists they wouldn’t notice me.
But one granddaughter is ill, and I’ve kept her sister here with me.
Stranded at home for three days.
With only bird activity.
Not good enough for Claire.
I’m finally free tonight.
So I dress in black and grab my camera.
I run up the highway to the nearby Meijer store.
I need groceries anyway.
I turn the camera on and hide it under my shopping list in my purse.
I cruise the aisles, certain the security cameras have zeroed in on my beaded forehead.
I could just skip the whole assignment.
I feel like I’m stalking.
I guess I am.
I pretend to study a loaf of seven-grain bread and peek around behind it.
Snap down the aisle at a group of shoppers.
I try to avoid the face of the little boy seated in the grocery cart.
I flee that aisle and go to another section.
I duck behind the Christmas trees.
My heart pounds.
I know the security person is going to grab me from behind.
Then I’ll be cuffed and carried off in a black-and-white.
And since my husband is in Virginia, I won’t be bailed out for three days.
I’m not having fun.
Finally I decide since Dan can get away with a crowd of cows, maybe I can snag a crowd of cars.
In the parking lot.
Away from security cameras.
I shut the camera down and tuck it deep into my purse.
I pay for my stuff, stow it in the car, and take the camera out again.
I snap shots from behind the steering wheel through the windshield
No, I do not stand in the parking lot.
Out in the open where someone might think I’m up to no good.
But those shots are all blurry or show every smear on the window.
So I only end up with one photo to share.
The one where I snap a lady at the checkout lane while I hide behind the purses.
I’m certain someone saw me and passed on my description.
I’m certain I’ll see flashing red lights in my driveway at any moment.
I’d rather stick to birds.
Responding to The High Calling’s Photoplay prompt on black and white.
Whew! I’m glad that’s over.