Finally made it to the Pacific. Took a picture of my girlfriend at the beach. I am happy. 35 mm film.
This is an amazing photograph! I’ve never been to a beach where the actual beach can be so long until the water’s edge.
98% of the time, I am the only person in my group of friends who brings a camera and takes pictures. Parties, dinners, coffee… I’m there with either my dslr or my iphone taking happy snaps.
And some friends hate it.
“Don’t take pictures Peta, for Christ’s sake! Get the camera out of my face!”
Good luck trying to reminisce on past memories without photos assholes.
Or alternatively, I am always the one behind the camera. Hardly ever in front of it. Friends are less likely to pick up the camera because that is what I am for.
Looking through all my photos on my laptop, and the fun times, the good memories, I am hardly present.
To my dear friends. I, unlike most of you, actually enjoy being photographed. I may look like shit, but I honestly don’t care. I like being in photos. Just remember that next time something great happens and we all want to remember it.
That is all.
What is it about baseball bats. Immediate badassery.