Photo Bombing

Photo Bombing.  If you look in the Urban Dictionary there are two definitions; only one of them is fit to quote on my PG-13 blog.  The quotable definition describes photo bombing as "the fine art of ruining other people's photos."

Back in the 90s, before I knew what it was called, I enjoyed photo bombing.  My forte was getting into pictures being taken for the college yearbook.  Among others, I was featured in the International Club photo, dorm photos for dorms I didn't live in, and (shown below) the Pre Med Club.  I was an English major in college.  The closest I got to pre med was rooming with a biology major.

I suppose I got over my desire to photo bomb because I stopped doing it at some point.  Besides, digital cameras have removed the cost factor in taking multiple pictures so today's photo bombers have a harder time permanently sabotaging a photo shoot.  These days I limit my photographic high-jinks to things like getting my picture taken while riding the painted cows in Boston or by hopping on chained-up bikes in Sacramento and pretending that I'm flying down the road.  Immature?  You betcha.  But it's usually worth a few laughs.

Picture quality may have been
compromised by Sam Adams.

Like many gardeners and bloggers, I have developed an affinity for being on the other side of the shot too.  Everyone knows that the right picture says a thousand words but, time permitting, it's in my nature to add a thousand more of my own just to be sure.  When I don't have time to write a thousand words about a single plant or a particularly magical gloaming, I turn to my camera to capture the moment.  Most of my pictures are just ordinary amateurish images that I have taken just so I can look back in a year and see how much a tree has grown.  Sometimes, like in the early spring picture below, I take a photo of my daughter as she seems to grow and change faster than anything else.

In case it didn't jump right out at you, take another look at the background of this picture.  Yep, that would be my dog photo "bombing" this picture.

If he could talk, I'm pretty sure he'd dismiss my remonstration by saying he learned it from watching me . . .