High Quality: Vsco Views

She knelt in the dry, yellow grass, twisting the phone until the dying sun hit the rusted bolts just right. Click. She checked the shot. The sky was a wash of pale peach and dusty lavender. The chair cast a long, spindly shadow. It was perfect. Lonely, but perfect.

He shrugged. “You see what you frame, I suppose.” vsco views

Here’s a short story inspired by the aesthetic and mood of The Golden Hour Edit She knelt in the dry, yellow grass, twisting

Lena looked back at her phone screen. The beautiful, lonely chair. The perfect grain. She hadn't noticed the small, fresh scratch marks in the sand around its base. She hadn't noticed the way the man’s hands were chapped from the cold wind. The sky was a wash of pale peach and dusty lavender

Today’s subject was the old lifeguard chair. It was splintered, abandoned, and painted a fading, creamy white. In real life, it was just sad. But through Lena’s lens, with the “C1” filter dialed to +8, it became hauntingly beautiful .

She deleted the photo. Not just from her camera roll, but from her VSCO draft folder, too.