IELTS Cue Card/ Candidate Task Card 487 with Model Answer:
Describe one of your favourite photographs.
You should say:- when the photograph was taken
- what it depicts
- what memory this photograph holds
and explain why it is one of your favourite photographs.
[You will have to talk about the topic for one to two minutes. You have one minute to think about what you are going to say. You can make some notes to help you if you wish.]
Model Answer:
I have always enjoyed standing in front of a camera and taking a picture of myself. In fact, at one point in my life, I became so passionate about taking pictures that I even bought an expensive camera by selling a lot of my “personal” pieces of stuff. But, that’s a different story altogether, so I will just go ahead and talk about one of my favourite pictures instead - which I took with that camera.
This particular picture, I am talking about, was taken at a wedding ceremony of one of my female cousins about 2/3 years ago. Now, before I go to talk about the picture, I should tell you a little about my cousin who was very much like an elder sister to me. So, her marriage indeed was a very special occasion for me, especially, because we shared a very special bond.
I remember taking quite a few pictures at that wedding ceremony but the picture, I am talking about here, was a special one because it was taken at a rather emotional moment for my cousin. In fact, it was taken at a time when my cousin, a new bride, was crying like a little baby as she was leaving her parents’ house to start a new life and family.
Now, I am not too sure how the other members of my family were feeling about the grand departure of my cousin at the time of taking that picture, but as far as I am concerned, I felt like I was losing a part of me since that special lady had treated me all along just like her own younger brother – a brother she never had.
Anyway, it is one of my favourite pictures as it had come as natural as one possibly could get. Besides, the picture was also a “mysterious” one in that I never quite figure out if those “tears” of my cousin were the “tears of joy” (of starting a new life) or the “tears of separation” from her own families – families which had raised her and loved her unconditionally.
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