Stop advertising to the world that we make you live in Bondage. Sure, a-holes in Hollywood approve, but other real people who are not a-holes do not approve of this. Off with your head.
A few days ago I encountered a Mexican immigrant family approaching me on the sidewalk and I thought, "aw bless, you always see them doing things together as families." When I noticed the main chingas holding a metal baton, one with an implement of some sort, and one that apparently extends then I realized it is one of these selfie accessory kits. Carrying it along publicly as if it were a valid bit of photographic equipment.
Bummer.
Because so much is gone with that. So little gained.
Gone is the interaction you would have had you asked someone to take that all important group photo for you. You know, pass them your camera, tell them where the button is, set up the shot. boom, Bob's your uncle.
But no.
Now you can be even more insular. Even less trusting of strangers, because that does take a measure of trust that is most likely unwarranted nowadays.
So you get to carry a pole.
To get that one shot.
Or do you intend to wave it around the whole deal the whole time? Wouldn't that invite a purse-snatching type? Get to waving. This walk down the sidewalk is photographic. "Now as we approach our destination the traffic becomes heavier and more chaotic the sounds and the aromas of the city assault us in series. We're all a bit dazed."
You should have seen my sister-in-law frame a group shot. Not giving any directions, and not repositioning herself, she gazed into the viewfinder as if lost in another world and gone forever.
I notice now whenever I talk about gardening she shuts down the subject. Right down. It's quite obvious she is a serious antigardeningite. You can just FORGET about THAT.
Driving around I noticed a couple being photographed as if making wedding photos and I had the strongest urge to join them. I had my own camera and all the lenses. It's all I would need.
I imagined it.
I intrude.
"I want to play too."
Make it clear just for fun. Do what you will. I bet without interfering I can get better photos than this guy. Wanna bet?
I can get photos of this guy photographing you. It's part of deal, part of the memory. I can get in between shots, in between poses. I can get shots of you getting ready for photos. Shots of you positioning.
I can switch between a fixed macro that can make you look so sexy you'll want to marry yourself and a wide zoom that can put you in your whole environment, or pull in your environment around you so that you command it, veritably wear it.
Or emerge from it as if in fast motion. I betcya.
I want to try it.
With that lens when you move close to the subject the frame corners are filled with wide periphery. The slightest movement in positioning or in the angle the camera is aimed at the subject, swings the entire background by broad and dramatic parallaxes. The change in perspective is so great that each quarter measure, back and forth, in and out, produces an entirely different picture. It is a fun lens. Although a bit intimidating. I let people play with it. It's a wonderful toy.
I put a model boat on the floor and let friends photograph it using the wide lens. It is a good trial because you can stand there over the boat and fill the frame with sail with broad depth of field, that is, detail for a large part of it, then move 1/4 inch and fill the whole frame with deck.
So a lot of things look goofy at first, but you sense its potential if you can just manage its power.
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Stop advertising to the world that we make you live in Bondage. Sure, a-holes in Hollywood approve, but other real people who are not a-holes do not approve of this. Off with your head.
-Love,
Your Overlord Pedophiles
I used to work with someone who belonged to some kind of Orthodox Jewish sect who, at age 24, obeyed the law and shaved her head and wore a wig.
I didn't ask any questions.
Why are our betters hellbent on IMPORTING this obscenity?
You're a total schmuck, Batty.
You're a total schmuck, Batty.
I know what you mean but you spelled it wrong.
OMG, john, I have to admit I didn't even stop to think that 5th century BC Greeks didn't measure in feet. Really red faced here.
A saving grace.
Hey, at least they've got their priorities straight.
Eeeew I hate those meeces to pieces.
A few days ago I encountered a Mexican immigrant family approaching me on the sidewalk and I thought, "aw bless, you always see them doing things together as families." When I noticed the main chingas holding a metal baton, one with an implement of some sort, and one that apparently extends then I realized it is one of these selfie accessory kits. Carrying it along publicly as if it were a valid bit of photographic equipment.
Bummer.
Because so much is gone with that. So little gained.
Gone is the interaction you would have had you asked someone to take that all important group photo for you. You know, pass them your camera, tell them where the button is, set up the shot. boom, Bob's your uncle.
But no.
Now you can be even more insular. Even less trusting of strangers, because that does take a measure of trust that is most likely unwarranted nowadays.
So you get to carry a pole.
To get that one shot.
Or do you intend to wave it around the whole deal the whole time? Wouldn't that invite a purse-snatching type? Get to waving. This walk down the sidewalk is photographic. "Now as we approach our destination the traffic becomes heavier and more chaotic the sounds and the aromas of the city assault us in series. We're all a bit dazed."
You should have seen my sister-in-law frame a group shot. Not giving any directions, and not repositioning herself, she gazed into the viewfinder as if lost in another world and gone forever.
I notice now whenever I talk about gardening she shuts down the subject. Right down. It's quite obvious she is a serious antigardeningite. You can just FORGET about THAT.
Driving around I noticed a couple being photographed as if making wedding photos and I had the strongest urge to join them. I had my own camera and all the lenses. It's all I would need.
I imagined it.
I intrude.
"I want to play too."
Make it clear just for fun. Do what you will. I bet without interfering I can get better photos than this guy. Wanna bet?
I can get photos of this guy photographing you. It's part of deal, part of the memory. I can get in between shots, in between poses. I can get shots of you getting ready for photos. Shots of you positioning.
I can switch between a fixed macro that can make you look so sexy you'll want to marry yourself and a wide zoom that can put you in your whole environment, or pull in your environment around you so that you command it, veritably wear it.
Or emerge from it as if in fast motion. I betcya.
I want to try it.
With that lens when you move close to the subject the frame corners are filled with wide periphery. The slightest movement in positioning or in the angle the camera is aimed at the subject, swings the entire background by broad and dramatic parallaxes. The change in perspective is so great that each quarter measure, back and forth, in and out, produces an entirely different picture. It is a fun lens. Although a bit intimidating. I let people play with it. It's a wonderful toy.
I put a model boat on the floor and let friends photograph it using the wide lens. It is a good trial because you can stand there over the boat and fill the frame with sail with broad depth of field, that is, detail for a large part of it, then move 1/4 inch and fill the whole frame with deck.
So a lot of things look goofy at first, but you sense its potential if you can just manage its power.
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