Lens: Voigtlander nokton 50mm f1.1
Camera: NEX-7, ISO400, f1.8, 1/13, raw
Today we “enjoyed” how our flat would be like if it were a nursery. Noisy, messy, risky (for babies). This weird thing where suddenly a group of girlfriends manage to get pregnant all together (OK, not simultaneously, but with a difference of few months from one to another) is real, it happened to Claudia and her friends. I don’t exactly get how this works, but it clearly does. I mean, it seems to me that the final decision (and effective act) of impregnation is (when there aren’t any doctors involved) still a prerogative of the male, but fact is, it somehow isn’t. It must be one of these things women let us think we rule just to make us happy and quiet.
Anyway, yesterday Claudia and her two best friends finally managed to meet all together, and they came at our place. They both have babies, obviously, and the babies are all girls, which makes the whole thing even scarier. Flora is around twelve months, Agata around ten, and Olivia around two. They are all incredibly small and gnome lookalike, and yet they seem to be of three different species. For start, Flora walks, Agata crawls, and Olivia hardly rolls. Then Flora talks, Agata mumbles, and Olivia weeps. And to finish, Flora has long wavy hair, Agata has short ruffled hair, and Olivia has what looks like a perfectly shaven head.
Enough with the babies and back to the story, after a couple of hours our place was a mess, with toys, dolls, (clean) diapers, and pap pots everywhere. At night I was exhausted, I had slept only a few hours the night before, and the nursery had completely drained my reserve batteries. When I finally crawled to bed, I found this little monster on my way.
Now, I know that the obvious explanation is that, as all the other toy scattered around the house, this pterodactyl had simply been forgotten here, in front of the bedroom, but fact is, it was lit by such a dramatic light and I was so tired and sleepy that for a moment I thought that it was actually walking around and got frozen when I run into it. Like otherworldly forces were actually arising at nightfall to work on their mysterious plans, and that they happen to do that in my corridor. Like in a spooky version of Pixar’s Toy Story. I stood for a few seconds, waiting for the little dinosaur to start running (or flying!) away.
When I was finally sure it wouldn’t happen, I grabbed the camera and took the shot.