I just don't get it...
Today we went to a few museums downtown DC and I have to ask... why the hell do people feel the need to take photos of every stinkin' thing in a museum. I mean, it is in a museum, it is not like it is going to go away or anything.
I don't know how many times I had to stop and wait for someone to finish taking a picture before I could pass the big Wholly Mammoth that they were so thrilled to see that they had to forever preserve it in their camera or life as they knew it would cease to exist. Eventually I gave up trying to be polite by waiting for that random tourists to photograph themselves in front of the display case of the African Anteater rituals, and so I just kept walking. I may have ruined their picture with my middle finger pointing directly at the lens-I don't know.
Can someone explain this to me? I am not a camera type of person. I take picture, but they are of main events in our lives... the birth of our children, the first day of school, Baptisms, First Communions, the day I was paroled, you know... the important things. I don't go around flashing my camera at every single thing known to man. It is insane.
Do they develop all of these pictures, and if so, what in the world does a person do with 600 shots of them standing in front of a glass case that the contents within this case is unknown because their flash has blinded everything in the frame?
I honestly saw a man taking a picture of the big Brown Bear in a glass case today-and that is it. No kid in the picture making a frightened face from the bear, no wife grabbing the Bear's rear and laughing, no nephew picking the Bear's nose... just the bear. That was a winner of a shot. One to develop and put in the scrapbook. Good job.
So if you have recently gone on vacation and have just picked up your 1,000 photos and you see a few with just a big ol' middle finger pointing at you... that is probably me.
Don't tell me I never gave you anything.
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