Riiiight
I’ve been whipping my Nikon out for months now without a problem. I used to be all shy with it, only bringing it out to play when I was totally comfortable with the present company. Bar pics start to feel so VANILLA after a while, so one day I took caution and like hurled it against the wind. I used to be so people-centric, but I actually fooled around with the inanimate. I KNOW. I mean, it wasn’t anything TOO out there, but I definitely dabbled in street art. I once stopped and took seven identical photos of an art exhibit in which a large-headed cardboard man standing in a puddle of water encourages you to think maybe YOU’RE the one upside down, and not your reflection. WILD.
So yeah, my camera could only handle so many of those moments I guess. The other day I went to pull it out in front of everyone, and the screen looked like a Rorschach test. Soooo embarrassing.
Anyways, if my Nikon would have stuck it out a little longer, I would have pics of three totally different MEN in THESE HATS, cavorting all over Boston this weekend, as if they didn’t look like femmy Swiss milkmaids. And they did. Bizarre.
