You can't fool me - your "sole images" logo has been Photoshopped hasn't it!
Great stuff - I enjoy "out of the box" thinking (when it works like this).
This picture is terrific and would make a 'funky' type of card for Valentines Day.
... Mind you, I'm the sort who contemplates sending sympathy cards to people who have just had a baby (little do they know Mauhahahaha)!
"Balooney" Good play!
"Cheat...me...you insult me Sir. I demand satisfaction...70-200s at dawn!.....er actually I did cheat a bit....with the logo.You can't fool me - your "sole images" logo has been Photoshopped hasn't it!
and thank you all for your positive comments.
It is not the photography itself that causes the problem. You can always make your wife/husband feel important by giving them something useful to do. Like holding your gadget bag or acting as a voice activated strobe stand. The trouble starts with the PP. Hours spent alone in a darkened room with a laptop (and the accompanying grunting noises and screamed superlatives don't exactly decry innocence). Deleted browser histories dont help either. It may mean they will never see your gear list on POTN or your attempts at mistakenly flirting with a 250lb welder who owns a Kodak Brownie and signs himself Fluffykins but I am sure they suspect darker things.direct correlation between photographers, divorce rates, and the UPS courier service.... inexplicable!
And another thing...and this is a genuine observation. Women photographers must be of totally different make-up to non-photographers. My wife could not possibly be a photographer because she would never ever be able to find her camera in her camera bag. Old pairs of specs, out of date medication, antique Foxes Glacier mints, dead cats you name it but a camera no. The camera would be in the same place as her mobile phone and her car keys....a fourth dimension somewhere.
Last edited by Wirefox; 9th October 2009 at 08:38 PM.
Your wife and I must be related some how.
Every time I leave the My Girls stand @ the door:
cell phone: check
lunch: huh, no thats the camera...
only to make one last trip back into the house, because I forgot...........
I suspect that may be age creeping in. I suffer similarly In fact I cannot begin to count the number of times I enter the garage at home and cannot remember what I went in there for