Equestria: Through the Lens

by Crossfiction

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Human
Length: 819

A photographer crash lands in the middle of a field surrounded by forest. With his camera gear, along with his witts, travel to find the nearest town, which he does not expect, nor do the residents of the town know as Ponyville.

A young man starting a career as a Photojournalist, takes his first trip with his friends to Spain and ends up being called to do a job in Italy. taking a private rental plane he heads to his destination. Only to find out he's not where he thought he would be.

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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-06 07:10:42 UTC

Swiching On

Chapter 1: switching on

So…this is what the other side looks like. I gotta say…it’s beautiful. I found myself looking up at the brilliant blue sky in the middle of a tall field of lush green grass. I looked at the sky watching the clouds pass by for what felt like hours just enjoying the scene and try to see images the white puffs made.” Huh a starfish that’s new” I said to myself. I could see a lot of fish shaped clouds a bowtie cloud and even-wait a minute….”Where am I?'

The last thing I remember I was flying over to Rome from Spain in a helicopter with other four people-no…friends I was flying with friends, who I was working with on assignment to get a coverage on the new laws and statements that Italy was enforcing.  The people from the magazine that hired me wanted a lot of shots of the events taking place in Rome. “Did I make it?” I asked myself sitting up from the ground to get a better look at where I landed.

The field was about twenty yards wide and at least the same in length, and was surrounded by tall trees on all sides. Some oak trees and others I did not recognize mainly because I didn’t know what to even call them.  I look down to see that my camera bag and iPod were sitting next to me. “Oh Shi-my stuff!” I shuffled over to see if my Camera gear didn’t break from the fall….did I even fall? Anyways I looked at my bag. My beautiful black and red DeviantART camera bag with all the pockets and zippers I love to use; It even came with a rain cover. I zipped open the front of my bag and low and behold everything was fine. Both of my cameras were fine, my lenses, my film, and my lights and no I don’t mean my camera flashes I mean small LED finger lights. Yes, I dabble in Light Painting as a hobby.

I checked my digital camera to make sure that the memory card still had all my pictures I took throughout the trip. Yep still got them all from the day my friends and I left the airport in California to last night of all of us eating at the hotel restaurant. “Huh. That’s weird” as I eyed my battery image on my camera “I could of sworn I didn’t charge my camera battery” I got the assignment on such short notice I didn’t get enough time to charge both of my batteries. “oh well” I shrugged “might as well take it as a blessing” I got up, sling my camera bag over my shoulder and not knowing which way to go I headed to what I believe was west. When I got to the edge of the field I turned around and looked at the tall grass knoll I lied in. “This would make a good Picture.” I said to myself, setting my camera bag down and pulling out my Canon Rebel T2i. Turing it on I lifted my camera to my face and messed around with the aperture trying to get it right and focused the lens until it was crystal clear. The lens was a 50mm so I didn’t have to zoom in or out. I took the shot and looked at the image on screen. “Damn. Too bright.” I took another picture, but with a lower shutter speed. This time the picture was a little too dark but that’s ok that’s how I work out an assignment. Take some bad pictures and get better in time, I mean Margret Brooke-White took Thousands of pictures and only a few made much impact in her early years but she got there. Anyway I got my picture, put my camera away, and slinged my bag over my shoulder and continued to walk into the forest wondering where the hell I am.

I Continue to explore my surroundings in the forest I woke up in. There were trees that I've seen before, like Aspens and spruce and..."is that a Bodhi? I thought they only grew in India and parts of the Philippines? what's that doing in Italy?"  I said to no one still walking pass the Bodhi, starring at the tree in worriment thinking that my plane went passed the country and crashed somewhere in south-east Asia." Well...great, just great! I crashed in the middle of Asia, I don't know where I'm going, I don't even know where 'here' is, I'm gonna lose my job because I got-" I stopped myself as I saw something yellow jump into a bush a couple of yards away. "What? Hey! Someone there?" No answer came. "I...know I saw you!" I still heard nothing, but the bush started to shake a little. Wait can they even speak English? "Uhh...Can you speak English?" The