Intriguing were his eyes that look through the lenses and capture beautiful shots.

Even before i met him, i heard good words about his creativity already. I should meet him, they said, because they know we will “click” and have so much in common. The time when i finally met him, it came spontaneous.  My first impression? He’s a snob! He have those defensive stance, intimidating eyes, and tight lips. Still, i gave him a chance, i reserved that first impression to myself.

The succeeding meetings, our conversations were mostly about arts. There were exchange of styles, ideas, and opinions. Too heavy for me, it was more of sharing what we knew than actually ‘having a conversation’. Just good but not so pleasant.

We happen to attend a birthday celebration of a common friend, this time we talked about photography. He got the eyes for it, i saw lots of shots he posted on the photo sites that were impressive. That night became an exchange of affirmations. Unknowingly, that was the first time i enjoyed talking to him.

He is smart, funny and opinionated. That wonderful night let me take a glimpse of a lot of goodness in him, his passion to experience life despite hindrances in health, his adventurous spirit, his faith and his inner journey to himself. Probably, i saw a little of myself with the later. As an artists, i too have this unique world where i express myself in, a one of a kind journey that only creative souls like us can easily understand. And i believed i was able to understand him in some aspects. He earned my respect for me to share a little of what it felt like to have this unique world. Bottom line, the evening was a beginning of real friendship, of understanding and of respect.

The next time i saw him was during a beach outing, expectedly, we both have our cameras. While on the beach, in separate spots we were engrossed taking pictures of friends and beautiful moments. There were times when i knew his lenses were directed towards me, but i didn’t mind. In fact it made me be myself, while he clicks at a distant, i was looking forward to see my photographs. Curious if he can take a picture of me that would merit my approval. He did.

Looking at the photographs my competitive spirit would say i still took better pictures, but my artist spirit would say ‘it doesn’t matter’. After all we are both still amateurs, struggling to get a grip of our cameras and creativity. That respect earned him my invitation to participate in taking wedding pictures of an officemate. I haven’t seen his shots yet, but i am expecting to see several superb shots.

While it is true that beautiful shots are taken on several ‘clicks’ of a moment, friendship can also start in ‘clicking’ moments.

“Click!”