11 Pictures that I took

My name is Coco Bananakick and I can't keep your eyes off from my pictures.

There are eleven pictures hanging on the wall in the small, non-famous cafe, where nobody comes. Those eleven pictures are hanging there for almost fifty-years, yet everything is still prefect; the lighting, contrast and depth of field. You will be mesmerized by my pictures and eager to buy it but you cannot. My pictures will lose its' light and meaning as soon as it becomes merchandise.

As you open the door, there is my first picture I ever took when I was ten-years old. In a small frame, you can see the river fellowing and the mountain at the back. Children's faces are barely noticealbe yet when you look at it closer, you can see their smile.

Right next to my first one, there is my second picture. Everything seems dark, but when you come closer, then you can see one street light trying to illuminate small town. The light seems weak and powerless , yet it becomes a hope for someone, who is lost. That one street light is the only way for town's people to find out where they are and which way should they go. Without that one light, kids cannot come out from their house at night and people won't know where they are going.

"like a dream" is the title of my thrid picture. There is a girl, sitting in a small cafe, holding her book with one hand and coffee with other hand. There are many people in that cafe, yet she is the only one who catches my eyes. When I look at her, I feel like her red lips are gentally calling my name and her pure eyes are?? watching at me. I went back to the cafe, hopping to find her, yet there was no sign of her. I stayed there day and night, asking other people ; however, the answer was still no. It was like she only exsit in my picture, and in my dream.


"The profusion of flowers" is the title of my fourth picture. The whole picture seemes like it is covered with green, yet there is one tiny white smudge in the middle of a broad plain: A dandelion. The dandelion is swaying in the soft breeze and loses its' shape. It is like a white snow ball, vanishing into thin air.