365 Days of Flash Photography, With Day Number Seven
Here is Day Number Seven…
Shooting A Buck.
She gave him up. His wife. Doe number one. She passed first, pausing only briefly, giving me this annoyed glare. I kind of knew that I needed to set up my flash, then back away, but make sure it was a soft flash. No harsh light. Just a little something. And then I waited. He finally appeared, crossing with lazy gaze, clumsy in his stride. Then the flash, and he actually turned, all eyes, giving me this expression that read something like, “What the… What was that? I was passing, and then I was shot…with a flash…by a Canon.”