Good morning all, yesterday I ran into the guy who sold me my antique globe.
It's a small world.
Just last night, my son's football coach apologized for seeming distant, he said his wife left him. She claimed all he thought about was football and she'd had enough.
I asked how he was doing, and he said: "I'm upset. We were together for twelve seasons."
This week I want to talk not about subjects, but their shadows.
Why can't they be the real subject? Sure they can complement it, like reflections, but you can compose the shot to make sure they're the point of interest. You can even experiment with several shadows in the same scene that have some relationship with each other, perhaps overlapping.
The further away and smaller the light source, whether the sun or in a studio a well-placed strobe, the sharper and less diffuse the edges of the shadow will be.
If you've got any pictures where shadows are the real subject, I'd love to see them in the replies below.
To finish with, there's the story of the man in a snappy business suit who walks into a bar and sits down.
He starts dialling numbers like there's a telephone in his hand, then puts his palm up against his cheek and begins talking.
Suspicious, the bartender walks over and tells him that this is a very tough neighbourhood and he doesn't need any trouble.
The man says, 'You don't understand. I'm very hi-tech. I had a phone installed in my hand because I was tired of carrying my mobile.'
The bartender says, 'Prove it.'
The man dials up a number and holds his hand out to the bartender. The bartender talks into the hand and carries on a conversation.
'That's incredible!' admits the bartender. 'I would never have believed it!'
'Yeah,' says the man, 'I can keep in touch with my broker, my wife, you name it. By the way, where is the men's room?'
The bartender directs him.
The man goes in and 5, 10, 20 minutes go by and he doesn't return.
Fearing the worst, given the area, the bartender goes into the men's room to check on the man.
He is spread-eagled up against the wall. His pants are pulled down and he has a roll of toilet paper up his butt.
'Oh my God!' says the bartender. 'Did they rob you? Are you hurt?'
The man turns and says: "Oh, no, I'm ok. I'm just waiting to receive a fax."
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