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Okay, I know I don't always communicate that well. Sometimes I use the wrong word, struggle to explain myself, have a lapse in concentration or just mumble. I get that. It's something I'm working on.
But one thing never fails to astonish me.
Allow me to set the scene for you.
You are coming in for an identification photo. These photos almost always require a pure white background. When you step into the room, there is a single white wall. There are three lights pointing at the wall. There is a stool in the middle of this section. Two of the lights are directed at this stool; the third light is behind the stool, pointing at the background to make it whiter. THERE IS A CAMERA POINTED AT THE STOOL.
At least three times a day, people ask me where they are supposed to sit.
(Whew, it's been ages since I've posted here.)
But one thing never fails to astonish me.
Allow me to set the scene for you.
You are coming in for an identification photo. These photos almost always require a pure white background. When you step into the room, there is a single white wall. There are three lights pointing at the wall. There is a stool in the middle of this section. Two of the lights are directed at this stool; the third light is behind the stool, pointing at the background to make it whiter. THERE IS A CAMERA POINTED AT THE STOOL.
At least three times a day, people ask me where they are supposed to sit.
(Whew, it's been ages since I've posted here.)
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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