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.
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compromised by Sam Adams.
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 . . .