This week's un-topical non-photography-related post is a little anecdote called "It Doesn't Always Pay to Think Too Much." You can find it on the Sunday Sermon page, but as I said, it doesn't have anything to with photography. Have a nice day of rest—and before you think too much, think of me, and my long-ago encounter with a certain jaded bitch.
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Mike
Great story, well told.
--Matthew
Posted by: Matthew Allen | Sunday, 05 August 2007 at 06:23 AM
From experience. If I can't do a quick visual "duck under" I ask "boy or girl." Realistically all real dog owners (no matter how attractive to one sex or the other) consider their charges as children. So "boy or girl" shouldn't be a problem. Dog or bitch is fine also but, again, only sympathetic owners understand. Don't fret. Sounds like your subject has a "canine fashion accessory." You can probably pick her up (the dog) in a shelter in a couple of months.
Posted by: Greg Christie | Sunday, 05 August 2007 at 07:51 AM
Great story! I had a good laugh over that one. I think it might have been a full blown guffaw had it not been for the fact that this is indeed the story of my life as well! ;-)
Thanks for sharing!
Posted by: Chris | Sunday, 05 August 2007 at 08:34 AM
Mike, I could have sworn you were speaking about me; I recognized your mental processing, and it even brought back some painful personal memories. BTW, where was your camera? Weren't you working for Playboy at the time? ;)
You had me under your spell though, unlike the woman and Jo. ;)
Posted by: Player | Sunday, 05 August 2007 at 09:05 AM
Great Sunday Sermon, Mike. This feature should be the cornerstone of your blog. Boy meets girl meets dog. It could be a movie. Stay well. keep up the fine writing.
Posted by: Chirpy | Sunday, 05 August 2007 at 11:29 AM
Don't feel bad... I unintentionally do a great Steve Martin in 'The Jerk' impersonation when placed in a similar situation. You know the scene with Bernadette Peters...
sigh...
Posted by: Unbound | Sunday, 05 August 2007 at 02:37 PM
I'm sure I'm not the only one who did the following upon reading this sermon: 1) laugh out loud and, 2) see myself in this situation. Sometimes I think that I have been married so long partially because I can't bear to experience this kind of awkwardness again.
Posted by: richard j. | Sunday, 05 August 2007 at 08:27 PM
The Sunday Morning Photographer, all over again...figured as much. This is good.
How is your illness progressing? Backwards I hope!
Posted by: Bryce | Monday, 06 August 2007 at 09:21 AM
That was a good laugh, but I wouldn't say that *over*-thinking was really your problem. Being a big chicken myself, in similar circumstances, I've almost always held fire. In fact, I think the only woman I've spontaneously gone up and introduced myself to ended up being my wife. So I'm not complaining. Once was enough.
Posted by: Damon Schreiber | Monday, 06 August 2007 at 05:11 PM
Hey Mike,
Thanks for another great sermon. In my advanced state of dissolution, I'm thrilled if I don't get a look of disgust. If I'm lucky enough to get a "Hello!", I follow that up with: "How do you like me so far?"
Mike
Posted by: Mike | Monday, 06 August 2007 at 07:07 PM