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Slung my new Moop bag over my shoulder this evening and went on a walk around the neighborhood. Inside, nestled between the water resistant cordura ( yeah, I don't really know what that is ) was my Nikon D90, ready for action. I had planned on taking some of those nice evening pictures where the light is just right, somewhere between golden and blue. Maybe some of the people out strolling along the Street would want their picture taken as well. If so, I was ready. Because that's really how it works isn't it? You walk around with your camera in hopes of seeing someone that looks interesting and what your heart wants to do is go up to them and ask, without sounding like a wierdo, if maybe you could take their picture. The two guys standing on the sidewalk outside a restaurant warming up their banjos would have been perfect. But when I walked by my camera was still in my bag. And they looked like they were really into what they were doing, and I didn't want to bother them. And so I kept walking. With the 50mm lens, I would have taken a nice portrait or I might have flubbed it up out of nervousness. But I will never know. Sometimes we don't always do what the heart wants us to do. And really, that's a shame.
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Thu, September 1, 2011