An afternoon


Sometimes technical accidents can masquerade as technique. If I send this picture to Porter's, they'll call me.

"This isn't a standard size photo. How do you want me to crop it?"

"I don't want you to crop it. Fit it into the next largest format."
"That's gonna look funny. I'm just saying."

So, what's "wrong" with the picture here? It's the reason I particularly like it.
I am learning that people get used to a camera after a short while. I absolutely didn't give a damn and got a few nice shots, which I think is good, considering the material I had to work with. People stop posing after the camera has been out for a while. They go back to what they were doing. I'm hearing my buddy talk about his mother's terminal, progressive disease. I know from whence he comes, of course and tried to listen well. When the skids finally come out from under a loved one's competence, it's a depressing ride. There are some strategies. . . hanging out with your friends is one of them.




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