P.s. I didn't know any of the ladies wearing high heels in the first photo. I just wanted a photo, but they were really mad that I snapped the shot. Heh.
Z, yes, they were fussy about it. But considering they had already been at the bar for at least an hour...I wasn't surprised. It's one of my pet peeves of going to concerts...the loud (rude) drunk people. :p I thought I was being polite by not including their faces in the photo...
It was my first time to take my camera into an event like that. I didn't have a flash, and was shooting film, so I had to think about the process more.
It wasn't a chorus mask. It was a styrofoam head, like the kind you put a wig on.
It was sitting on our table (for some odd reason), so my friend picked it up and I snapped a shot.
Oh, I haven't been threatened yet, but those girls were plenty pissed (in every sense of the word). I couldn't understand it. They dressed...like that...and got mad when people noticed. :p
Funny how the "distance" stays in a street shooter's camera, but the intimacy immediately comes through in a Mom's... ;)
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So true, FJ. There's very little personal meaning to these types of photos, in my life. They document an event. Family photos document the heart of life.
I so wish I could share more of my family photos with y'all on this blog. But then again, I'm happy that I don't. :-)
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But good for you! Ducky IS turning you from a "straight shooter" into a "street shooter". ;)
These are so moody, so good.........Jen, you ROCK.
The contrast, textures, light....gad.
But good for you! Ducky IS turning you from a "straight shooter" into a "street shooter". ;)
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FJ, That's funny. I'd rather NOT have my face in the photo. Hmmm.
I don't know that I'll ever have the nerve to really do "street".
It was my first time to take my camera into an event like that. I didn't have a flash, and was shooting film, so I had to think about the process more.
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It wasn't a chorus mask. It was a styrofoam head, like the kind you put a wig on.
It was sitting on our table (for some odd reason), so my friend picked it up and I snapped a shot.
Oh, I haven't been threatened yet, but those girls were plenty pissed (in every sense of the word). I couldn't understand it. They dressed...like that...and got mad when people noticed. :p
I'm still kind of befuddled.
They weren't there for the music. :p
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So true, FJ. There's very little personal meaning to these types of photos, in my life. They document an event. Family photos document the heart of life.
I so wish I could share more of my family photos with y'all on this blog.
But then again, I'm happy that I don't. :-)