Photographs
“Would you like to see a few photos I took in my last camping trip? The scenery was awesome.” Atlanta looks even more concerned than before, for me.
I let out a huff, and, at the same time, nearly spew out the bit of oolong tea that I drank. I am not sure if I wish to see undeniable evidence of what a camera could do. But if not I, then who else? Asgard needs to know; and if I presented an incomplete data to the Court, I would be laughed or sneered at for centuries to come, more than the usual, prince or not.
I motion her to go on.
She sends the cell phone in my hand picture after picture. Of a faraway mountain range, of a sun-drenched lake, of a vibrant meadow, of Atlanta walking among hip-high grass, of an older woman who shares some similarity to her enjoying a tree-swing like a child….
But I see images of armies marching in my head, faces of unknown commanders and generals who are to be wariest of, weapons and vehicles, possible weaknesses – all, done in these vivid colours and sharp clarity, and available to everyone.
Nausea swamps me.