Out taking pictures in my neighborhood one evening just minding my own business. I noticed this creep shadowing me, watching all my moves, glued to every little bob dip and weave I made. Couldn’t shake him, he was attracted to me by some strange force. I started sweating and couldn’t concentrate, bizarre thoughts ran in my mind and I raced to some crazy conclusions. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and ran up to him, stuck my camera in his face and popped a shot. Nothing was said, we stared at each other for what seemed like eternity. He went for his pocket and pulled out a
I agree, I remember a photographer from TV Guide (sorry to the non-USA members) that said he always could see the logo placed in his photos. I was thinking about that when I posted my photo on this thread. But I was too lazy to make it vertical (but it would have been easy).
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