Camera Log 02 - It Didn’t Sit Still

 

Second shot. Something beneath the surface.

Lisbon. Late afternoon. The kind of light that doesn’t cast shadows, just softens them. 

I took the second one just a few minutes after the first.  
Same spot. Same light. Same angle.  
But something felt… off.

The photo developed normally. Still nothing terribly wrong with it.  
But when I placed it next to the first, I noticed the shift.  
The colors were warmer. Orange bleeding into the shadows.  
Like the light had changed — or like the picture had moved while developing.

Not a blur. Not damage. Just repositioned itself, slightly.  
Like it had shifted in time, not space.

They’re nearly identical. I checked.  
But the second one doesn’t sit still. It vibrates. Quietly.  
Like it’s leaning toward something I’m not supposed to see.

I didn’t say anything out loud, but I remember thinking:  

“Are you trying to show me something?”

And for a second, I swear the light in the photo flickered.

At the time, I blamed the lighting. My eyes.  
But now, looking back, I think that was the moment it started watching me.