There’s something you should know about me.
When I get snap-happy, I really get snap-happy.
I’m a very mercenary photographer. I accept only near-perfect and everything else goes ‘weeeeeeeee’ down the Delete Slide to Trash Bin Heaven.
Therefore, it’s highly probable, if something catches my attention, I’ll snap-happy it for twenty to sixty minutes.
Or until near-perfection.
Attaining near-perfection can be hard.
Especially when you’re pretending to know what you’re doing.
Wait, did I say that? Ha!
‘Are you done yet?’
No! I have 78 more near-perfect possible shots to take! I MUST KEEP SNAPPING!!
‘I smelt those flowers fifteen minutes ago. It took me, like, two seconds. I don’t know what your deal is.’
Buffhead, you don’t understand.
NEAR-PERFECTION WILL BE MINE!
I WILL SEE ITS FACE!
I VOWEL BEFORE ALL THAT’S HOLY THAT I WILL-
‘Can you feed me? I know you have snacks in your bag.’