Ode to Yellow Beads

A Bead Tragedy :: Lucas AB2 // Dylan // No flashI remember when I bought these beads. I saw them there, in the op shop cabinet, all shiny and new wooden and old and it was love at first sight. Graduated beads, the largest of which is almost the size of a golf ball, are very hard to come by these days, old or new. And certainly not in yellow. They wanted $10 for them. I gave it to them without argument.

And now look, there they lie: all in pieces, like my heart.

I was at a celebratory drinks celebration thing (who cares, whatever, my beads broke) with work colleagues when all of a sudden the beads hanging around my neck just collapsed and went tumbling to the floor. Everyone instantly sprang to the rescue. Once the excitement was over, I, of course, immediately saw the photographic possibilities.

And don’t worry, I restrung the beads on some good, stout leather and they are as good as new. Or old. Whatever. If only hearts were as easy to mend.

A Photographic Opportunity :: Lucas AB2 // Dylan // No flash