Okay, here is my .02.
I HATE picture takers.
There.
I said it.
Feels good.
I was in a very, very nice restaurant the other night with my fiance and some other couple was celebrating their anniversary. They thought nothing of taking flash photos all night long. I was blinded for three hours, but hey--the important thing is they got the shot(s) for the memory book.
I am marrying a man I love with my whole heart--and yes, he is a picture taker. "Stand here, stand there, ooh, let me get a photo of this, and this, and that...." Proof positive love is blind.
Literally, thanks to all the flash action.
Gooooollllllyyyyyy can't we just watch the parade? Enjoy the park? Buy some professional photos at the store on main Street! (I know, I know, it's not the same, blahblahblah.)
But you know what? You photo hounds are disruptive to the flow---and particularly when it is crowded--
your hobby impacts
others. I like to scream "FIRE" in crowds--it is what makes me happy. I have worked hard on my technique. I have spent a lot of money on learning to yell "FIRE" in a variety of environments/lighting, etc. Yelling "FIRE" is my hobby, joy, passion, raison d'etre. Please...understand and indulge me, perfect strangers.
Is it okay if I just randomly yell "FIRE" at the parade...just, you know, about five times?
Your right to swing
your fist ends at the beginning of
my nose.
I am hoping someday to get my fiance to admit his problem and get help. "Hi. See? Just like a real family. Uhm, makes you feel warm all over, doesn't it?
