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Thread: A Photographer's Dilemma (Traveler and I)

Queen Amelia looked toward her guest with a soft smile. She already knew who he was, she did choose him after all. Come in. She welcomed him and pointed to the chair across from her she put her paper down and sat it on the small end table next to the chair where she was sitting. I hope everything is to your liking. She picked up a small scoop of sugar and let it dissolve in her tea. She offered a cup to Scott and sat back in her chair. So I hear you would like to get to know my family. Her ankle's crossed and she dismissed Tibon who was watching them ever so carefully from the corner of the room. I'm sure Tibon already told you that might be easy said than done. My eldest children, I will admit, are a bit snobbish. So is my husband. They were both raised to be king so they weren't afforded the same luxury as my youngest children. I will speak to them but don't expect an hour's time. I think with my husband you will have better luck watching him while he works. Or waiting for Adela to come home. Catch him in a good mood and he will do what he can for you. She stated honestly. I loved your work for Time-Life. I even noticed you had a small sampling in National Geographic. They were all beautiful. They way you were able to catch the life and beauty of the landscapes and people. That is what I wanted when I was looking for some one to the portrait. Our family is growing quickly and I need some one who is able to capture the essence of here and now. So when I look back at the pictures I will be able to feel what I felt the day that picture was taken. Her eyes wrinkled as she smiled. And do not let Abetha or Stephanie rule the shot. They will try and they will push. If they do, you tell me and I will set them straight. She rolled her eyes a little and sipped on her tea again. Now what would you like to know? She asked Scott.
Thread: A Photographer's Dilemma (Traveler and I)

He sat down and accepted the tea with a quiet 'thank you', grateful that this time he wasn't wet from the rain. The queen seemed to be quite personable, despite her status and he stern look of her face. She seemed to soften her eyes as she spoke as well, especially when she spoke about her children. That was something that he noticed about her she loved her family. Thank you, he said, turning the cup slowly in his hands, for this opportunity. It's really the chance of a lifetime to be here. He smiled, thinking of what he wanted to ask her. I suppose the most important thing I could know before photographing your family is - what defines each person? You mentioned that your daughters-in-law would tend to dominate the shots. Is that something about them that defines who they are? I mean... are they concerned about their appearance, or their reputations? He thought about that little scene he had just witnessed in the hallway. The woman had gone from her true emotion to a fake on in a moment's time. Her husband seemed to expect that he didn't seem to care. Do they have certain past-times that you identify with them? For instance, your husband is very busy, obviously... but does he have, say, a favorite hunting dog that he spends time with, or is he someone who star-gazes? I'd like to find ways to contrast everyone's personality in the photos. Private moments versus public ones, for instance. I'd also like to catch family members in their favorite places. He looked at the queen and thought about what that girl had said. For instance... the rose garden. It's beautiful in the rain, but I've heard that it's your garden. Pictures of you doing whatever it is that you enjoy doing there would be interesting, I think, and the more I can catch candid photos of your family the more precious I believe you'll find the photographs are to you. That thought brought another to mind and he frowned slightly as he considered it. I suppose that it would be very helpful if I could also get the family's schedule so that I know when and where I can find them. If your sons are planning a fox hunt or some such thing then I'd like to be prepared to follow along and photograph them... that kind of thing.
Thread: A Photographer's Dilemma (Traveler and I)

Scott nodded, taking in her descriptions but more importantly, the way the emotions flickered over her face as she spoke. He looked down at his camera and then adjusted a few dials as she spoke before taking a few pictures of her during the moments when she was quiet and her eyes drifted to a spot in the air as she thought about her children. At one time she partially folded the newspaper and held it against her chest, and he took a couple of shots of her with her eyes downcast, the headline on the paper reading ...a New Era... It wasn't obvious from the shot that the headline was actually a part of an article about a new car design. It looked like it could have been the title of the photo, and with the early afternoon light streaming in sideways through the window it looked really introspective. Thank you, Madam. I really hope that I never give you any reason to regret hiring me. I appreciate this more than you know. He had forgotten the tea, already lost in the complexity of emotions and life experience he saw in the queen. Thank you for your time. He cleared his throat lightly and then slipped the lens cap back on his camera. Would Mr. Clair be able to give me a basic household schedule? For instance, you mentioned that at seven during dinner the palace is at it's craziest. Do you have regular times when guests arrive or when, say, the princesses have their hairdressers come by... or... He shrugged. I don't really know what kinds of things happen in a castle. I guess I want to know what kinds of images you think are important to immortalize for your family.
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Queen Amelia nodded, Tibon will see to your needs. She laughed a little about his little knowledge of the working of the palace. It was a laugh but it wasn't a condescending laugh. I was in your shoes once. When I met the king. It's just like any other household just bigger. We are people too, you know. She smiled at him. I want to see what we are like from an outsiders point of view. Document everything, even the little things. When the twins are fighting with their wives, take a picture of it. When my husband finds a baby bird, take a picture of it. What err you think is important, take a picture of it. That's all I ask. She smiled at the you man and picked up her paper sensing he was ready to leave. Who do you think you want to go to first? My husband is in his office, down the hall and to the left. I believe Andrew and Abetha had a brunch to go to. I will be here for the next hours or so and Oliver and Stephanie will probably be occupied.
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I'm not sure where I'll go next, Scott admitted. I think that I'll let my feet direct me. He smiled at the queen and then on impulse he took her hand and laid his other hand across it. Thank you. He excused himself from the room and began to wander the castle again, waiting for inspiration to strike. He walked by the king's office and then decided to go out to the gardens. Maybe... maybe it would be a good idea to go into the town or to fly over the island and get a feel for the layout of the place. He kept his eyes out for the butler as well, wanting to ask him about the household schedule. He caught a glimpse of something out in the garden and decided to sneak out there and see what was going on. The worst thing that would happen might be to get a little wet, and that was nothing that his camera couldn't handle.
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Well have fun letting your feet guide somewhere. She smiled at him and was surprised when he touched her but she didn't say anything. She figured it was just some American custom. She watched him leave and then she picked up her phone and called Tibon. He needs a map of the island and he needs a schedule of where the family will be. Make sure their assistants get him what he needs. She told Tibon and hung up the phone. She went back to reading her morning paper hoping he found something that truly inspired him. The garden was a wondrous place. It was also hell for someone with allergies. There were all sorts of flowers, not only from Sevonia but from all over the world. On the back wall were the most prized possessions of the queen. The roses. White, red, pink, even the very expensive and hard to find black roses. Any one could tell that so done took great care of these roses. The queen wouldn't let anyone but herself touch them. The gardeners watered the other flowers and cared for them but the roses were hers and hers alone. At that moment the only person in the garden was a gardener. Her was watering the Sevonia's, a flower indigenous to the country. It looked like a daisy but it was bigger and came in a variety of colors. Folklore said it glowed at night showing any one who was lost their way home. The gardener looked up only to see who was enters the garden and then he was back to work watering the flowers.
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As Scott walked through the garden he took pictures of the rain on the petals and several of the castle behind the roses. He could tell that a lot of effort and money had been spent on the flowers. Varieties he had never seen before filled every crevice of the gardens, intricate paths led through flowered arches and by ornate benches. It was like a fairy land. He almost expected to see the butterflies turn into little pixies. As he rounded the corner he saw a gardener watering large daisy-like flowers. They reminded him of gerber daisies, but the petals were much more delicate. Scott frowned slightly. Why was the gardener watering the flowers right after a summer thunderstorm? He took a few pictures of the gardener before approaching him and asking him about some of the flowers he had seen and the history of the garden. Sometimes the history defined the people who lived in such a majestic place, but it wouldn't hurt to get to know the one person who probably knew best what the queen loved in her favorite place. Once he was done talking to the man, Scott would thank him and then walk down the hill to the town. He could use a good walk, he figured, and he didn't want to meet people with a limo at his back.
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Hello photographer. Came a slightly familiar voice. She came from a different, more hidden path that connected to the main path near the town. She had a basket in her hand like she was going to get food. Find anything good yet? She asked curiously and looked back to see if he was being followed. I'm guessing you went to the garden. Beautiful right? She smiled at him and walked with him down into the town. The town down the hill was large and bustling. Nothing like New York since there wasn't a car in sight. Most people road their bikes around. They had cars but they only used them to go long distances. Most fruits and vegetables grew perfectly with Sevonia's weather. Hey didn't really have a fall or summer. The weather was always a perfect degree. It was always spring time unless it was winter than the mountains, including the palace and the little town, got snow. With it being early spring the snow was gone and the island was lush with life. I'm Rose. I didn't tell you before. I was in a rush. I'm sorry about that it was rude. What's your name? They walked past a fruit vendor and she stopped and picked some apples, pears and oranges. She paid the man who bowed slightly when take it but it could have been a humble thank you for choosing my fruit bow or a polite custom like the Japanese do. There is a remote place on the top of the highest mountain called Widow's Peak. You can see the entire island from up there. She turned around and pointed to the mountain she was talking about. It was so tall that the clouds were covering the top. It's dangerous to go right now since it just rained and you have to kayak and hike to get up there but if you want a picture of the island there is no better place.
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Well, hello mystery lady, Scott answered, smiling when he saw the same pretty girl who had spoken to him earlier. I did go to the garden and it was lovely... yes. The gardener was interesting too. He was watering the flowers, even though it had just rained. He walked with her towards the town. He had interesting hands. Strong and gnarled, but when he looked at the flowers and gently moved one to the side you could tell how much he loved what he was doing. He realized that he was beginning to wax philosophical and he cleared his throat in embarrassment. He reached out to shake her hand. Hi, Rose. I'm Scott. Carlton. Scott Carlton. He grinned sheepishly and watched her interact with the fruit vendor, taking pictures as they exchanged food for money, and catching the late afternoon light and the way the streets glistened. Then he nodded to the vendor when they left, taking the nod-bow as some kind of customary greeting among the locals. Widow's Peak? He gazed towards the direction where she pointed. It sounds interesting... Maybe worth a day's travel. He turned to look at her. Do any people live up there? Or on the way? I'm most interested in the people of the country... their interaction with the lands and each other. I'd love to go though, his eyes drifted back to the mountain. Do you know a guide who might take me? He took a few pictures of the township as they continued to walk the streets. Have you lived here all your life, Rose? What's it like to be a kid here?
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He's done the same job for the past twenty-five years. I'm sure he had a good reason to water those plants. She smiled at him and listened to the way he described the gardener's hands. Scott Carlton, two first names. I think I can remember that. She bought her fruit and they continued to walk. It's where the women would go to wait for the husbands return. On a clear day you can almost see the other islands. They would wait for days on end praying to the gods that the ships didn't return with black sails. Black sails meant the king had died while fighting. Red sails meant victory and yellow sails were neutral. The sails had to have color or the women would be able to see them against the sky and ocean. There's your history lesson for the day. She joked and bought a loaf of fresh bread. People live in the way to the mountain but the terrain is too steep to live on the mountain. There's nothing but a narrow path leading up. There are other towns though. A couple that shun technology even. A village of wise elders too. Not necessarily on the way to the mountain but they are out there. She looked at him as he looked at the mountain. She looked at it, Yeah I know someone who can take you. It's not an easy journey though. She warned him. Are we kayaking to the base or do you want to take a car to the base of the mountain and then hike it? I'm fine with either one. I'll even bring the food and water. She smiled brightly. She hadn't been up there in months. She was ready to go again. She nodded her head, Born and raised in beautiful Sevonia, Royal Island. She thought of what it was like to grow up here. Sheltered. On TV you see all of these other countries hundreds of times bigger than our country and you can see the noticeable differences. Here, the king does everything in his power to make sure the people are heard and getting what they need and want. Out there it seems like everyone is fighting to be heard and no one is listening to the people that are screaming the loudest. It was easy growing up here. I couldn't imagine growing up any where else. She laughed thinking of her best memory with her father. My father took me to the forest before dinner one night and when we came back home we were a mess and dinner was supposed to start in a few minutes. Mother was so angry but my father didn't care. Head of the...head of the household and he's supposed to be the strict and mean one but he couldn't wipe the smile off of his face that night.
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You'd take me? Scott adjusted his lens as he watched her planning their trip. Well... that would be nice, actually. Let me know when you want to go and I'll make sure to have the day open. He walked with her though the quaint, picturesque streets of Sevonia as she told him about the country. When she shared her story about the forest and her father's two sides he laughed. Well... they say that Daddy's little girl can usually wrap him around her pinky, and it sounds like you were definitely his little girl. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her. She seemed to light up with joy when she talked about her father. It sounds like you have a good relationship with your parents, Rose. Are they still alive? He paused as they crossed paths with a handful of young boys playing a form of soccer in the streets. Scott took a few pictures of them, then caught the sight of an older woman with wrinkled, darkly tanned skin gazing off into the distance. Behind her the ocean was visible and he could see the sails of ships as they came into dock. Scott set his aperture to blur the woman's face but still give an impression of who she was but to catch the ships crisply in the background. It fit with Rose's story about the women on the mountaintop waiting for their men to come home. Have you ever left the island, then? I mean... you must have been to some of the other islands here, but have you ever wanted to see the rest of the world, or was what you saw on TV enough to keep you home?
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Of course I'd take you. Who else would go all the way to the top of that mountain with you? She asked playfully. I'm free anytime so just let me know. I'm guessing you're going to have to take pictures of the family sooner or later so you're the one with the crazy schedule. Do you have a phone? I can put my number in it. So you can call me. She laughed a little, He is definitely wrapped around my little finger. She said with a big smile. They are both alive and well. My father is a workaholic. My mother is still as picky as ever. I didn't understand her need for me to be perfect growing up. She would tell me I would understand when I start having kids. I still don't have kids so I guess I still don't really understand. She shrugged her shoulder and stopped Scott from walking when a group of boys run right past them just a foot away. She watched him take the picture of the woman and a smile came across her face. He was so focused on the woman and capturing the picture. He was very handsome with the slight frown of concentration on his brow. His jaw would go tight right before he took the picture and it would release as he released his finger. She looked away when he stood up to review his photos. It wasn't polite to stare, her mother's voice rang through her head. She casually looked his way again and her eyes met with the woman's who bowed slightly. Rose bowed back to her and looked at Scott as he spoke. Of course I have. I've been to America, Australia, Great Britain, and Canada. Beautiful countries, all of them. I've always wanted to travel. Most of the time I travelled with my school though. Foreign exchange programs starting from eighth year to my twelfth year. My parents weren't fond of it I convinced my dad to let me go and he let me. It was always the highlight of my school year. She smiled at him. I'd love to see the rest of the world. Or at least visit every continent. It's on my bucket list. What about you? Have you ever been outside of the USA? Besides coming here of course. And if you could go anywhere where would you go?
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He started to give her the castle-issued phone and then he hesitated, pulling out his personal phone instead. The butler had suggested that the only two numbers he'd need were the two he gave them, but for some reason Scott wanted to hold onto her numbers in his private phone. He wanted to keep his 'work' separate from any friends he made on the job. His eyes widened slightly when she told him of all the places she had been. That was a lot of traveling! Especially for someone from such a quaint little place. When she mentioned bucket list he laughed. It's just... it's odd hearing such an American term as 'bucket list' coming from your lips. I guess I expected some kind of exotic equivalent, you know? Like... 'Life Ambitions', or... I don't know. Something ethereal. Scott continued to walk with her and look at the town as they talked. I spent most of my life in Oklahoma - born and raised, but I took few trips to Asia and the Middle East... He smiled. Nothing really tourist-y. I'd love to go see Ireland, though. Part of my family immigrated from there a long time ago, and I've always wanted to see where they came from. I'd also love to go see Chile. My grandmother is from there, but she's of German descent so she had the green eyes... his voice faded and he smiled embarrassed. Sorry. That's probably more than you wanted to know, huh? So... what do you do when you're not giving photography tours and buying fruit? Do you work at the castle?
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She took his phone and out her number in before handing it back, I don't want to run up your phone bull with long distance calls. But there you go. She frowned when he laughed at her but soon understood why he was. Ah okay how about this, she paused and thought, What is the point of living life with out the aspiration to do something. My life goal is to visit every continent and see the world from another's point of view. She had to pat her own back for that one. She smiled at Scott, Was that better? She asked with a big smile. She walked with him, leading hi where she wanted to go with out pushing him around. Don't be embarrassed when you talk about your family. Where you have been and where you are going are the two most important things you have. In fact, I would love to hear more about your family. German decent you say, I have never been but I do want to visit. Try the sausage and beer. She stopped walking to buy more fruit and meat. She smiled at his question, In a way I work at the palace. I, and a few others, help to maintain the history and lineage of the royal family and the royal palace. I am supposed to be off but it's hard not to work when you live in the cabin right next to the palace. She shrugged her shoulder, I like working there. Most of the time. The king and queen are very gracious in letting me use the cottage. You are welcome to visit. The dining table and chairs are the only thing that are original in the home. The rest have been put in a humidity chamber to preserve it but it's absolutely beautiful. Don't come out when it rains though. The terrain is awful and the last thing you need is to break your foot.