My time thief: puppy love letter in the PICKFUN lens
My time thief: puppy love letter in the PICKFUN lens
At 3:17 in the morning, the phone screen suddenly lit up in the dark. Curled up in the hotel bed, I saw Kele at home 1,280 kilometers away, with his nose against the PICKFUN pet camera. In the warm yellow night vision halo, he held the cuff of the coral fleece pajamas that I forgot to put away before leaving, and curled up into a furry moon in front of the camera. This is the third time it has triggered the "abnormal behavior alarm" this week, and it is also the countless time that I have let my thoughts burst out in front of the light and shadow flowing in the cloud album.
**1. Smoke and redemption at the first encounter**
The day I brought PICKFUN home, Kele was in the most rebellious adolescence in his dog life. This Border Collie mixed-blood boy who always loves to tear up tissues pressed the first plum blossom mark on the new camera with his saliva-stained paws. I will always remember the moment when I activated the wide-angle lens. The whole living room suddenly stretched into a fairy tale scroll on the screen - the wooden floor sprinkled with gold, the "Canine Psychology" with jagged edges on the bay window, and the fine fluff raised when Coke chased his tail and spun around.
I used to think that all cameras in the world should be cold monitors, until the AI automatic focus function chased Coke all over the house. Those magical moments that always disappeared when I took out my phone: the cunning of it pushing the picture book with its wet nose, the stupid look of being choked by pearls when stealing my milk tea, and the heart shape swept by its tail on the ground when it squatted in the entrance every morning waiting for me to tie the leash, were suddenly firmly sealed by the 4K high-definition lens.
**2. Deconstructing the pixel code of loneliness**
Last month, during the project breakthrough period, I worked all night in the company. At two o'clock in the morning, I received a special reminder from PICKFUN. Coke in night vision mode was carrying toy balls one by one to my slippers to set up a formation. The two-way voice can be heard from its throat, which is very similar to the whimpering of my teddy bear when I had a fever when I was a child. When I hummed "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" through the screen, this usually arrogant little bully suddenly put his whole face to the camera, and his moist breath misted on the glass mask, as if drawing our Morse code.
The most surprising thing is the AI emotion analysis function. It turns out that its crazy spinning is not all due to excessive energy - the camera recorded the whole process of Coke secretly dragging the doghouse into my cloakroom on a thunderstorm night. The analysis report showed that its anxiety level was as high as 87%. Now whenever the air pressure changes suddenly, the camera will automatically play my pre-recorded soothing voice. When I checked the log on a rainy night last week, I found that the little guy actually fell asleep with my voice, and the anti-slip pad torn from the camera base was still in his paw.
**Three, the time-light manuscript that never fades**
When I sorted out the cloud album last week, I found that Coke secretly planned a performance art exhibition. The motion detection function captured the abstract painting it made on the living room floor with dog food, the night vision camera recorded its criminal process of stealing my sweater in the middle of the night, and the time-lapse photography witnessed how it took three days to chew the newly bought toy elephant into a postmodern sculpture. These actions that were once misunderstood as "demolition" suddenly became innocent poems worth framing in the slow motion of PICKFUN.
Yesterday was Coke's third birthday, and the AR special effects put a glowing birthday hat on it. When I used snacks to lure it to look at the camera, this smart boy suddenly stood up and drew a perfect circle in the void with his front paws. The 4K video clearly recorded its micro-expression of raising his eyebrows with pride, and together with my surprised gasp, it was forever sealed in the electronic photo album called "Shepherd's Starry Sky".
When I opened the door this morning, Coke did not pounce on me as usual. Following the dog food marks it deliberately left on the ground, I found PICKFUN, which was charging, behind the TV cabinet. The screen played all the interactive clips during my absence. It turned out that this clever little ghost had learned to use his claws to slide to view the history. When it walked over with the camera charging cable in its mouth, the morning light just passed through the 350° ultra-wide-angle lens, giving us a furry golden edge.
Perhaps on a snowy night ten years later, when Coke's white beard is stained with frost, I will still open this black magic box full of time. Look at its agile posture that is always alive in 4K quality, look at those "happiness value explosion" moments marked by AI, and see how two lonely souls salvage all the perishable tenderness in life through the network woven by technology. Thanks to PICKFUN, every farewell becomes a trailer for reunion, and every frame of daily life becomes a breathing love letter that can be mailed to the future.
