The funny thing about being a photographer is that people assume my house is covered in photos. Not all that true. In fact… barely true. You see, you seem a bit conspicuous when carrying around a ten pound bag of gear. Also, I have been known to drink when I go out. Don’t drink and carry expensive photo equipment should really be a bumper sticker. On my car.
In any case, I don’t have a purse camera. You know, those tiny cute things that everyone has in their purse or shirt pocket? The ones that capture all kind of moments, some that your friends and/or family wish you hadn’t. Instead I have my trusty camera phone. Also known as my dogs least favorite torture device. Observe:
The day starts out innocently enough. Isatai (aka Izzy) is simply hoping for a walk, a treat, perhaps some cuddle time.
He soon remembers that his owner has an addiction to sunglasses, suffers from random bouts of boredom, and also has a camera phone. What does this mean? Not only does she take incriminating photos, she then sends them to people immediately.
Luckily for him I sent this photo to the wrong person, my mother, who then came to rescue him. Here he is escaping in the get away car.
The End
ps
sorry, I know this isn’t wedding stuff, but I’m just returning from a few days and am prepping for a big week next week. Stay tuned!
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