Someone asked me yesterday why I mainly use stock photos instead of my own.
Well, firstly that assumes that I can take photos, and I thank you for that assumption. However, writer I may be, painter – well occasionally, dreamer – oh most certainly, photographer……umm…….no can do. I want people to enjoy my blog, and laugh where I tell them to, where it is intended. Not at my poor attempt at capturing a beautiful, intriguing, artistic moment, and ripping the very heart out of it. So, I think that establishes the first part.
Secondly, seriously, can anyone take photos whilst hanging on to a barely contained raging hurricane of power that may spin off at any second? I walk the beasts on those blooming awful extending leads that have handles that only fit the biggest Jack-and-the-Beanstalk giant hands, and whilst everything else about me is large – my hands are not one/two of them. So, what do I do? Yes, the logical answer is to clasp them between my knees (the leads, not the dogs, obviously – it’s all a lie, I tells ya, never believe the rumours) with a continuous ‘stay, don’t you bloody dare, stay… I SAID STAY’ and snap away to my hearts content. Really? Is that even possible? So, stock photos it is!