Stealth photographer
My dad hates having his picture taken. If I want to get candid shots (or any shots) of him, I have to do it on the sly. Use my little point 'n shoot camera with the beep and the flash turned off, and aim blindly. He invited Melba and I over to his non-girlfriend's house for some ham on Sunday, and I managed to snag a few shots of him before he clued in. These first two were snagged with flash, but the rest were done with a somewhat steady hand and a poker face:
Ahh... he finally figured me out. Good thing he has no knowledge of teh internets. He'll never see these photos.
Ahh... he finally figured me out. Good thing he has no knowledge of teh internets. He'll never see these photos.
posted by steve at 9:29 AM
5 Comments:
wow, you have your dad's eyes! but then again, haven't seen your mom's eyes.
postscript: kinda creepy, how did blogger know my real name? (usually it puts my blog name) is it from the merger with google, since i'm logged in the gmail in another window?
Yep. I switched to the new blogger beta a couple of weeks ago. You can change the name that it displays somewhere in your blogger settings.
As far as my eyes, dad's got hazel eyes and mom has blue ones like mine.
Those pictures of your dad are great. They tell such a great story all by themselves.
Thanks for stopping by my blog. And the Garlic Festival rocks. The food is so good. And even the garlic icecream isn't bad. I got kind of hooked on it. Of course it could have been more related to the fact that it was 110 degrees in the shade and anything cold tastes good.
Hello, Mr. L, Sr? You don't know me, but I would like to inform you that there are pictures of you on the internet taken by your son. Uh huh. Yes. $10,000? No problem.
I don't know what that means. Hi DJ!!!!
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