A while ago I mused, mulled and machinated whether a TLR would improve my papping (which, it turns out is totally illegal in France, but still awesome none-the-less!). Well, it did, for a while, and then the fast, well, ahem, relatively fast, as in: faster than slow… Ok, let us be specific, anything quicker than 1/60s. Oh, I’ve totally lost my sentence. Sorry. Hang on [rewind selector] …a while, but the I grew in confidence!
These days I find myself quite happy to quickly reveal a concealed camera and photograph someone. Sometimes I pretend I’m taking a photo of something beyond, beside, betwixt, beneath, before or ‘bove them. Spasmodically I even try and take a photo from my tummy: focussing by distance and exposing upon hope.
Whatever the method, I am much more merrier making mug shots of mortals. I can only encourage those still stuck within the bounds of fear to break free and photograph, with or without consent.