The World is My Photog (For real)

A friend asked me a couple months ago on my Instagram page who my private photographer was. I laughed, and albeit a bit sarcastically replied “The world.”

I might have been being facetious when I said it in the moment, but the more I thought about it, the more accurate a statement it was.

While it is true I love taking pictures, I rarely take a selfie as Oxford Dictionary defines a selfie:

“A photograph that one has taken of oneself, typically one taken with a smartphone or webcam and shared via social media.”

And Urban dictionaries always hillarious (scarely right)  take:

“A strange phenomenon in which the photographer is also the subject of the photograph, in a subversive twist on the traditional understanding of the photograph. Usually conducted because the subject cannot locate a suitable photographer to take the photo, like a friend.”

Thanks to Ox and Urb, my street cred is intact. I do NOT take selfies. Thank you for clearing that up, you guys.

It isn’t to say I have never. Usually when I am with friends we will take selfies. But generally, I do not.

Maybe it is because my arms are short (legal midget after all and no I am conpletely serious, thanks New Hampshire height criteria), so the photos are always wonky.

Or maybe because you can see the truer form of a picture as a whole instead of your face hogging the lense. No one ever wants to see all of that, even if you are Heidi Klum.

Whatever the reason, I tend to ask my very good natured friends. I am advantageous to have several friend,  who just happen to be very talented photogs, and have no problem taking my mug shot every so often.

But sometimes I will ask a stranger on the street.

Gasps! A stranger? Yup.

It might take a few minutes. I never want to bother someone on their way to work, an appointment, or who are just in that New York Minute rush. And you know. They are the ones walking quickly, ear buds in, tending to business and having that don’t mess with me RBF. That said their are good natured locals who will take my pic.

I also can spot the tourist a mile away. (I live in New York after all) One way to get my picture taken is by asking to take theirs first. Works like a charm every time. And usually I end up talking and discovering we have something more in common then shamelessly posing in front of signs and landmarks.

So put down that selfie stick and ask a stranger to take your picture! Heck you might meet a new friend and discover how small the world really is.


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