[lang_en]Instincts[/lang_en][lang_es]Instintos[/lang_es]

Posted by Taly on April 22nd, 2010 @ 12:29 pm |

[lang_en]Last sunday i was out at the river with my mom and Benicio. Them walking on the water, just hanging around, me with my camera, taking pictures of them and the landscape.

At some point, two kids with a dog came near and while their dog was trying to socialize with Benicio (who likes to be a jerk to every other dog), one of them got near me, sat down on a rock and watched me curiously. Then he asked me if I was a photographer. “Yes”, I lied, and tried to take a picture of him while smiling.

But he didn’t let me. “Naaaah”, he said, and blushed and put his hand over her face and I just didn’t press the obturator.

It was the perfect picture, he was at the right stop and I had the right focus on him… and my first instict was to not shoot!

When I realized this, it was too late. He was standing up and walking over his brother. The moment was gone.

A real photographer would have shot. I need to learn to think less.[/lang_en]

[lang_es]El domingo pasado fuimos con mamá y Benicio a pasar la tarde al río. Ellos caminando en el agua, yo con mi cámara sacandoles fotos a ellos y al paisaje.

En un momento, se acercaron dos chicos con un perrito y mientras el perro trataba de socializar con Benicio (a quien le gusta ser malo con los demás perros), uno de ellos se acercó a mi, se sentó en una piedra y me miraba curioso. Después de me preguntó si yo era fotografa. “Si”, le mentí, y traté de sacarle una foto mientras sonreía.

Pero no me dejó. “Naaah” me dijo, y se puso colorado y se tapó la cara con la manos. Y yo no presioné el obturador.

Era la foto perfecta, el estaba en el lugar justo y yo tenía el foco perfecto, pero mi primer instinto fue no sacarla!

Cuando me di cuenta, ya era tarde. El se estaba levantando y caminando hacia su hermano. El momento había pasado.

Un fotógrafo real la hubiera sacado. Necesito aprender a pensar menos. [/lang_es]