年輕作家 A young writer- Jane

Jane discovered a peculiar camera tucked behind a stack of old vinyl records.

2024.04.06

在威洛溪小鎮上，有一家名叫「華特的古董店」的老店，因其獨特的時代珍藏及其謎一般的店主華特而聞名。珍，一位好奇而無畏的年輕作家，經常漫步進入華特的店鋪，在灰塵覆蓋的架子和吱嘎作響的地板間尋找靈感。

一個午後，當金色的陽光透過彩色玻璃窗灑下，木質內部映出斑斕的圖案時，珍在一堆舊黑膠唱片後發現了一個特殊的相機。它有一個磨損的皮革套，金屬身上覆蓋著時光的斑駁。華特注意到了她的興趣，便分享道，這台相機據說能捕捉的不僅僅是影像；它能捕捉到早已逝去時刻的本質。

被迷住了，同時略感懷疑的珍買下了這台相機，急於驗證其神話般的能力。當她透過復古取景器探索小鎮時，她拍攝了平凡和宏偉之物，新與舊之間。

直到後來，當珍沖洗照片時，她注意到了某些非凡之處。每一張圖片都注入了一種空靈的質感，將現實模糊成夢幻般的回憶，與往日時代的人物和地方的輪廓融合於現在。就好像相機在剝開時間本身的層層。

珍帶著驚奇的眼神回到了「華特的古董店」，手中拿著店鋪標誌「華特的」的模糊照片，字母在光芒中跳舞，彷彿屬於另一個時代。華特只是微笑，眼中閃爍著千百個未被說出的故事的知識。

就這樣，珍的旅程開始了，捕捉懸於時光中的故事，每一張照片都是一個待說的300字故事，從「華特的古董店」的神秘開始，每一件物品都有其歷史，每一個模糊都隱藏著一個故事。

In the small town of Willow Creek, there stood a vintage store named "Walt's Antiques," known for its peculiar collection of timeless treasures and its enigmatic owner, Walt. Jane, a curious and intrepid young writer, often wandered into Walt's shop, searching for inspiration among the dusty shelves and creaky floorboards.

One afternoon, as golden sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the wooden interior, Jane discovered a peculiar camera tucked behind a stack of old vinyl records. It had a worn leather case and a patina of age on its metal body. Walt, noticing her interest, shared that it was said to capture more than just images; it could capture the essence of moments long past.

Intrigued and slightly skeptical, Jane purchased the camera, eager to test its mythic abilities. As she explored the town through the vintage viewfinder, she snapped photos of the mundane and the majestic, the new and the old.

It wasn't until later, as Jane developed the photos, that she noticed something extraordinary. Each picture was imbued with an ethereal quality, blurring reality into dream-like memories, with silhouettes of people and places from bygone eras merging with the present. It was as if the camera was peeling back the layers of time itself.

Jane returned to Walt's Antiques, her eyes wide with wonder, holding the blurred photograph of the shop's sign, "WALT'S," its letters dancing in the light as if belonging to another era. Walt only smiled, his eyes twinkling with the knowledge of a thousand untold stories.

And so, Jane's journey began, capturing stories suspended in time, each photograph a 300-word tale waiting to be told, starting with the mystique of Walt's Antiques, where every object had a history and every blur a story hidden within.

My Name is Jane.