PhotoScout
2nd of July 2006 (Sun), 17:13
Have you ever let that one great shot slowly pass you by?
I was at a local small town July 4th rodeo kick off recently and I was packing my Canon S60 point-n-shoot. I had to sneak it in because there were signs everywhere prohibiting photography (this was do to animal rights groups claiming their photos were of rodeo animal abuse).
I was sitting with my family in the front row bleachers along a wide walkway. It was about 6:30pm. A mother was leading her two young daughters slowly near me. Then they all stopped momentarily. The girls were about 4 years old and were identical twins (long blonde hair, blue eyes, they looked like dolls). They were dressed the same with red cowboy boots, blue denim skirts, white sleeveless shirts, and red cowboy hats. Each girl was licking a matching ice-cream cone.
From my seat, I was at their level and quickly saw a perfect opportunity for a great subject and composition. For some reason I hesitated too long. By the time I dug my camera out of my pocket, they had walked away and into the crowd. I sat there in frustration wondering why I didn’t act quicker.
Out of desperation, I spent some time searching the crowded grandstands looking for them. I couldn’t get rid of that picture out of my head.
Before long, the sun had set and the hunt was over.
I was at a local small town July 4th rodeo kick off recently and I was packing my Canon S60 point-n-shoot. I had to sneak it in because there were signs everywhere prohibiting photography (this was do to animal rights groups claiming their photos were of rodeo animal abuse).
I was sitting with my family in the front row bleachers along a wide walkway. It was about 6:30pm. A mother was leading her two young daughters slowly near me. Then they all stopped momentarily. The girls were about 4 years old and were identical twins (long blonde hair, blue eyes, they looked like dolls). They were dressed the same with red cowboy boots, blue denim skirts, white sleeveless shirts, and red cowboy hats. Each girl was licking a matching ice-cream cone.
From my seat, I was at their level and quickly saw a perfect opportunity for a great subject and composition. For some reason I hesitated too long. By the time I dug my camera out of my pocket, they had walked away and into the crowd. I sat there in frustration wondering why I didn’t act quicker.
Out of desperation, I spent some time searching the crowded grandstands looking for them. I couldn’t get rid of that picture out of my head.
Before long, the sun had set and the hunt was over.