<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn04.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/taylorjohnson-hands/aaron-taylor-johnson-and-his-wife-sam-hold-hands-for-a-stroll-in-soho-01.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Jake Mitchum</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>June 3rd - Afternoon - Common grounds on Desmond Drive<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Plain t-shirt, shorts.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Photography<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was another quiet, warm summer afternoon.  The birds were out in the trees of the common ground area, chirping merrily among themselves.  Somewhere in the distance he could hear children playing in the summer warmth.  It was a beautiful, gorgeous day out, but it was not the birds, nor the surrounding images of summer that caught his muse and attention that warm day.<br/><br/>As he lay down upon the grass of the kept, trimmed lawn of the common ground, Jake continued to snap away at the sky above, capturing the images of the clouds and the unique formations with his camera lens.<br/><br/>He was sure he was causing a little bit of a scene to anyone who might have been looking, but Jake didn't care at all.  As far as he was concerned, let them look and whisper among themselves.  What did he care?  There were no rules being broken, no disturbance being made.  He was all by himself, laying on the ground with nothing but his camera.<br/><br/>The sky, clouds in particular, had always held a special place in his creative heart.  Ever since he was younger, first experimenting with a camera, the sight of clouds had always captured his imagination.  It reminded him of the old game of looking for images in clouds, of seeing what the different formations reminded a person of.  There was just something unique, something beautiful, about the sight of something so simplistic and natural, there for only a few moments, before shifting and changing along the currents of the air.<br/><br/>It wasn't like photographing people in their more intimate moments.  While that held some artistic flare in his heart, seeing the clouds, photographing them, always seemed to help spark a creative burst within him, as if he were looking upon a painting, capturing that one beautiful moment before it slipped away.<br/><br/>For a few minutes he just lay there upon the grass beneath the sun, stretched out in his t-shirt and shorts, the grass prickling at his back while looking up to the clouds, snapping the occasional pictures as the inspiration within him continued to grow.