Photography

At the photographer’s, you can get a portrait of your likeness after death, but the process is painstaking. A newly engaged couple once proved so hard to satisfy, the photographer had to continue the shoot the following day. Finally, at closing time he’d managed to position them, and the light, the mark of such photography, was also perfect. He turned off the lamps, locked up the shop, and left the couple to stand in the studio overnight. “I love you,” whispered the girl in almost total darkness. Only a thin streak of light from the street lamps pierced the studio from the store front. “I love you too,” replied her fiancé, “but stand still now and look right into the camera.”

Photography

At the photographer’s, you can get a portrait of your likeness after death, but the process is painstaking. A newly engaged couple once proved so hard to satisfy, the photographer had to continue the shoot the following day. Finally, at closing time he’d managed to position them, and the light, the mark of such photography, was also perfect. He turned off the lamps, locked up the shop, and left the couple to stand in the studio overnight. “I love you,” whispered the girl in almost total darkness. Only a thin streak of light from the street lamps pierced the studio from the store front. “I love you too,” replied her fiancé, “but stand still now and look right into the camera.”

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