Arts Festival
I found a beautiful woman
on my way home from the village festival.
On the banks of the roadside, she lies flat with a stingful pose.
Naked body about whether it was dressed in a single thread.
A stunning proportion that plunges into trouble.
Grease paint like spray sprayed with color spray.
Red and purple based on white, green to yellow as well.
It is not just a single body.
In close proximity and also nearby one after another.
What's the matter with this?
A kind of installation?
Was the village festival an art festival?
They look like white people.
How they employed these beautiful women.
A series of precious scenes, I can not miss it.
I take out a compact digital camera.
I turn my lenses towards themselves with anxiety.
There is no sign of refusal.
Rather, they show off boldly.
I will release the shutter with delight.
Wow wow!
While walking behind, I take off the shutter one after another.
Prioritize shooting than falling worry.
The face of foreign tourists also appears in the viewfinder.
Before I knew it I was on a ride as a tourist.
Is the loading platform of a large truck with its side open?
Anyway, time is regrettable.
I keep shooting valuable photos.
