The worst part about buying a slow close toilet seat? The ringing in your ears caused by the slamming sound made when you instinctively use the same force to close a non-slow closing seat in a different bathroom.
"I really like this series of twenty images that you edited from hundred of hours of shooting. Think you could do our three hour event in the same style and deliver about two hundred images from it for us?"
The gist of every photo gig I get offered.
Who else lives in constant fear of accidentally starting their music at work without their headphones plugged into the device?
I just searched "Naked Bear" at work looking for an image of a
literal bear with no fur.
You can guess how quick the results tab had to be closed.
A long time ago I also thought it would be an interesting discipline to force myself to make everything I post on my website to have aged 5+ years. Though back then I didn't have a large enough backlog of work to pull this off without waiting forever.
I think it around March 2010 was when I switched from shooting Black & white film to color for my day to day random photographing. I have minimal interest in revisiting my old black & white stuff, but now I'm sitting on a sizeable backlog of color and wondering if I should enact the plan?
I love "TWITTER IS ANGRY" round up drama posts where every angry tweet featured only has two likes.
I had a dream last night that SpaceX tech had gotten far enough that I could use reusable rockets for pizza delivery. Shoot an uncooked pizza into space, and then the reentry vessel would detach and use the heat from reentry to cook the pizza. Hot and fresh pizza then lands on the customer's doorstep.
I just loaded a roll of film onto a development reel while I had food cooking. #photoyolo
I think that the "I can't use a camera that relies on batteries" rhetoric is my new favorite shit that analog photographers say.
I had a dream last night where I kept drinking this really great tasting water. Couldn't get enough of it. Just chugging glass after glass of this water.
Then I woke up and realized I was in Duluth, and that meant that this great water from my dreams was available right around the corner from the bathroom sink. Got up and made the dream come true.
Antique stores that keep their cameras for sale in a locked cabinet, with the camera case closed, and with the label tag not visible deserve to go under.
How is this photo worth $2,000,000? Subject is just standing there. My kid could take the same pic. #smh https://petapixel.com/2018/03/20/10-ebay-photo-turns-out-to-be-outlaw-portrait-valued-at-2000000/
My favorite point in every slapfight between photograhers over gear or technique is when one will go find the other's body of work. Then they decide that since the photos aren't the greatest thing to ever have been bestowed on the fine art world, that it proves they aren't qualified to talk about the gear or techique.
When I was a kid and was taken to church every week, every time that The Lord's Prayer reached the "deliver us from evil" line I had a mental image of a Gremlin guarding a mailbox.