You saved up for a wicked trip. You invited your good friend to come with you. You're on the plane to that once in a lifetime destination. You guys arrive and start taking in the surroundings. You pick an amazing backdrop to commemorate your vacation and *SNAP* - the photo that will be on display in your living room for the next decade has been taken. Then you get your camera back and you realize your friend is a shit photographer.
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| Friend, I understand this was an action shot, but you couldn't have snapped it at a more appropriate moment where I didn't have the instructor behind me? No? Okay. |
You're head's cut off, the scenery is out of focus, everything is backlit. Basic photography skills are no where to be found with your companion. "What the fuck?" - you silently fume to yourself as you try to take a self-portrait to make up for the disappointing photo. Even the self-portrait, taken at a ridiculous angle, produces a better result than the one your friend just took. You produce a small sigh and think, maybe it was just a fluke.
Until you get to your next destination and ask them to take a photo because unfortunately, there's no one else to be found. You instruct them how you'd like to frame the photo, what you'd like captured and how you're going to pose and the only thing they need to do is to hold their arms in the way you've positioned them and click the shutter button.
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| Of course my face looks that blurry in real life. Thanks again for capturing one of my life's great moments. |
It still turns out like shit. You're now pissed. You've just come on vacation with a shitty photographer and you realize that you're not going to get one good photo for the entire time. Flush all of your important memories down the toilet. No more awesome photo on the mantle. No more Facebook profile photo to use for the next two months.
Fuck it, it's time to follow around some Asian tourists. When in doubt, ask an Asian with an SLR dangling around his neck to take your photo. They will rarely disappoint.
DEEP SIGH.
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