photography

Sometimes I see a lot of horrible photography where people take macro shots of flower petals and stroke their own ego on how amazingly talented they are. And then there are those photographers who have no clue what contrast or white balance is.

And then there are friends who are lucky enough to travel the world and also pick up photography as a latent hobby with a fancy camera, and uploading pictures from their travel every once in a while, so you can check on their progress and writhe in jealousy as you sit in your office cubicle.

I have one friend like that, and each time he puts up more photos from random spots around the world (in this case, Tokyo), I just have to calm myself so I don’t jump out the window. Or something like that.

I’m not a very good writer when it comes to art, but honestly, there’s something about Ken’s photos that make me really happy. I think he has a really good eye in capturing moments that somehow bend reality but without making the scene look impossible or crazy or weird. I can’t explain it.

Plus, anyone who appreciates some solidly yummy ramen and takes photos of it wins a star sticker in my book.

Yes, I do have a book. Filled with star stickers.

It’s just in my head.