looking at him, you can't say that this man likes to go outside sometimes to take a couple of nice pictures, but... it's really true.
It all started when on one of Morris's birthdays his parents gave him something unusual and different from other presents - a small camera, which sparked his curiosity for a new activity.
even during his school years, his sincere interest never waned. he often took part in various activities and events related to photography. and this.. really appealed to him! the idea of capturing brief moments that might fade from memory, but not from photographs, warmed Morris' soul and left him hopeful.
.. to this day, his little hobby hasn't been abandoned. maybe he's a grown man now, with a serious job, lots of responsibilities, but that little, childlike spark hasn't died out in him.
sometimes he takes out his camera and takes pictures of what he would like to keep in his memory - a shivering sunset in front of the sea, or a great moment with a loved one, to leave this feeling of joy and carefree forever.
Sometimes I think about when I worked at Dairy Queen, and they told me "Hey, parents are gonna try to send their kids to get more free ketchup/etc. Don't let them. Don't let them guilt trip you." And it's like, uhh, okay? Why are you acting like this is, like, a battle. Like want me to throw hands with a child over ketchup packets? Do I have to start like popping ketchup packets at the old man? Huh!?