Fuck you for telling me not to take a photo

 

 

I came across this comic on xkcd the other day. It resonated with me deeply , as a lot of my greatest and dearest experiences have been had because of photography.

I understand the feeling of emptiness you can have as you watch someone goad their kids into posing for a photo at a beautiful location, but seeing no warmth or presence in their actions. Simply a check off on a list of to-dos. This sucks. I get it. But slowly and surely the human race will figure out their relationship with technology and the world around them.

BUT fuck you for telling me to not take a photo.

Don’t you see my mouth agape at what I’m framing with my camera lens/iPhone? Don’t you think I am deeply experiencing it, all the awe, beauty, and wonder of it?

 

My camera took me to this rope cart over a river in Santa Teresa, Peru.

Riding a cable cart next to the Santa Teresa hot springs

Riding a cable cart next to the Santa Teresa hot springs

 

My camera took me to a crane booth high above the Cayman Islands’ Pirate’s Week Pirate’s Landing Re-Enactment.

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To a small town in Peru, volunteering my photography for a non-profit that connected local weavers to international markets.

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To the hilly streets of San Francisco, where pro skaters pushed themselves to land tricks.

Jack Curtin Switch Ollie SFCA 2013

Jack Curtin Switch Ollie SFCA 2013

Fuck you, I’ll take my photo.