Papping Redux 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. 

Papping Redux

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.