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long post about photography and phone cameras

as a photographer, something about the idea of everyone having a cellphone camera has always kinda irked me and i wasn't sure why. i mean, you'd think as a photographer that would be really cool? everyone does photography, everyone has a camera. but i think the problem is that; it's a different type of photography, but people don't realize that. everyone thinks that they're doing photography when they use their phone camera, even just to snap a selfie or whatever.

when doing this, they aren't doing the 2 main things that are actually the core of photography: changing settings manually and making the image look exposed how they want, and changing the composition manually to compose the photo how they want. on regular phone cameras you literally cannot do the former, while probably 98% of them aren't paying any mind to the latter.

don't get me wrong, this isn't a bad thing by any means; they just aren't really doing the same type of photography, or for the same reasons. the goal of the average person is typically just to capture a moment in time, to post on social media or to have as a digital memory. composition or manual settings aren't needed, because spending time making this single photo look really good artistically isn't the point.

what almost everyone is doing with their phone cameras, isn't a form of art.

the part that irks me, i've found is that most people kind of don't realize this. it changes people's opinions on photographers and photography as an art form, when they think they're doing it all the time. i regularly tell people that just because i took a photo, doesn't mean it's done. that editing a photo is part of the photography process, a necessary next step after taking the photo. now everyone thinks this is photoshopping or photo manipulation, because honestly in most people's experience, editing phone camera shots is unnecessary and only usually for instagram filters and stuff.

everyone having access to the tools of the medium, but using them for different ends, changed their opinions and thoughts on the medium itself. and as a photographer i can say that this change is not usually for the better.

most people don't understand photography because they think they already understand it, and do it regularly.

no technological change will completely solve a mostly social issue like this one, but i'd argue that phone companies not marketing what their phone cameras are meant for as photography (since 98% of the time, this isn't what they're used for anyways), would at least not make it worse.

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I survived because the fuck it we ball inside me burned brighter than the it's so over around me

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new (old) sona ! also wow people had some interesting reactions to her . oh boy

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that caterpaws post was my worst mistake . i am still embarrassed that i forgot to add an image credit (it was sent to me by my mother who got it from someone else and so forth) and i can’t even add the link or credit or anything because the orIGINAL POST IS TOO POPULAR PLEASE

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i forgot i had tumblr

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“...You’re autism?”

(first time drawing him, please be kind :-3 !! feel free to use w/ credit lol)

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I've been collecting these for a few weeks and I NEED MORE

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Pomme Pomme

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this actually is rewiring my brain as we speak

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Let me tell you about one of my high school friends’ old Dungeons and Dragons PCs.

Olaf Olafson was your pretty straightforward Northman Barbarian type. Huge, strong, pale, red-haired and with a tremendous beard. What made Olaf special was the little things.

Despite living in a world with clerical magic, demons, and other powerful alignment-based Outsiders, Olaf was an atheist. This was because his people believed the last world had already ended and the gods went with it (basically post-Ragnarok). All that was left were ‘spirits’. Powerful spirits. Who could grant deific magic. But they weren’t gods, and you didn’t have to worship them- in fact you shouldn’t, because it would just inflate their already swollen egos.

Despite being an enormous, frightening, powerful man with dubious hygeine and a propensity for going literally berserk in combat, Olaf was a gentle fellow in towns and villages, had a deep fondness for small fluffy animals and children, and was a generous tipper.

Olaf liked to drink. Not mead, but wine. He liked to sip it. It made him feel ‘civilized’. He never drank it quickly enough to get drunk. His meals almost invariably consisted of “Wine. Meat. Cheese.” Which was what he would order in literally every tavern. They’d ask him to clarify, what sort of wine? What sort of meat? What sort of- Olaf would raise a hand and repeat, slowly, as if to a fool: “Wine. Meat. Cheese.” 

Olaf spoke broken common, more or less Hulk-speak, referred to himself in the third person almost exclusively, all that fun stuff. Then we had a story arc where I sent them up to Olaf’s homeland, where everyone spoke ‘Northman’ or whatever the hell I called it. While up there, he was incredibly fluent. Even poetic. “My brothers! I have returned from the decadent lands of the south, bearing riches and glory, and tales of great deeds!” The other players caught on and talked like a pack of movie Frankensteins, barely able to communicate in the foreign tongue.

For a long time, Olaf was the most financially stable member of the party. Because he bought a tavern in their home-base-town, hired the senior barmaid/waitress lady to be the manager, and funneled the profits back into the business. He kept his adventuring money and his tavern money separate, except when he would sometimes spend adventuring money to expand the tavern. 

 There’s not a lot to do in 3rd edition with skill ranks when you’re a barbarian, so eventually Olaf sank a point into Healing on a lark. A few sessions later, they captured an important enemy NPC, but he’d lost an arm in the fighting and was about to die. Their cleric had been captured and their NPC paladin wasn’t around, either. There was no magical healing available, and no one else had any ranks in healing. The dude was about to die, and take with him the knowledge of where their friends had been taken. Olaf- with a  single rank in Healing I remind you -offered to save his life in exchange for the location, and the guy agreed. Olaf then stuck a sword in the fire, said “Olaf see this once,” and cauterized the wound.

It worked, of course. I didn’t even make him roll. I was too busy trying not to piss myself laughing. “Olaf see this once.” Jesus Christ.

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the jerma rot

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me!!!

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noise

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obligations, guilt, and the inherent catharsis of saying fuck

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spoob

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gift for a mutual of mine ^o^ character is by jayevrd on pixilart