I’m the girl with the entry-level digital camera, received as a gift several years ago from an ex-boyfriend. There were no bells, whistles or fancy functions to speak of...and the camera was pretty simple too! But all ex-boyfriend bashing aside, the camera has served me very well.
I was 30 years old before I got my first cell phone and even older when I received my beloved Canon Elf camera. So it’s an understatement to say that I’m not very technically inclined. Still, taking pictures became a “thing” with me. I became the girl who always had her camera on-hand at every event or outing. It was always out of its case and ready to capture any moment I thought I may want to remember later (or, probably more accurately, share on facebook).
In mere months I had filled my memory card 3 times over, mostly with pictures of my dogs doing something ridiculously adorable or friends doing something ridiculously stupid. Basically, I was the girl taking the very pictures that the publisher of The Oatmeal said not to take.
Over the last few years, however, there have been moments of artistic greatness…pictures that were certainly frame-worthy and even a few that were online-photo-contest-submission-worthy.
I would like to take this opportunity to share with you some of this greatness. And as much as I would love to take artistic credit for these shots, I feel obligated to attribute the beauty that was captured to sheer luck…and, of course, my ex-boyfriend.