Nothing to write home about

I used to feel self conscious taking photos of strangers in public places, and before I did the 365 project, I wouldn’t have dared take a photo of myself while anyone else was looking.

Now I take Vlad the Blad everywhere with me, and don’t give a second thought to setting it up on the tripod at the edge of a cycle path to take a self portrait.

I did stop short of standing in the middle of the road, which is where I wanted to be, but that wasn’t anything to do with being self-conscious, that was self preservation.

In the old days I’d have noticed the stares from people going by, and I’m sure there were plenty. It all takes time to get the camera into the right spot, then to get my stand in to the right place in the shot so I could focus, take a meter reading, and recheck the focus. But I was so absorbed in the process that I was unaware of anyone else, until the time came for me to get in position and wait for the cyclists to come by.

Then all I had to do was wait for the right moment and squeeze on the grenade bulb.