Nudes.

Way to go, Adam.  You just made me LOL.

Favorite: Ones that capture a subject standing still in a busy area such as this or this.  The ones I must have, which are also considered favorites, are those of my loved ones—family and friends.  If you haven’t noticed how many blogger photos I have in my screen saver rotation… um, they’re really important to me too.

I loved Sharon’s story about Barry’s name too.  I love Sharon, though, so I am biased.

My favorites are candid shots of people laughing...I mean really laughing.  I love those a lot more than the fake smiles where people say “cheese”.  Although I also like candid shots of people crying as well...not because I want them to cry but I think it’s just about catching people in their natural emotional state that gets me.

Is it strange that I like walking across the bridge, when I’m not tired and sore.  My legs are killing me.  My feet still hurt, but I had a great time.

I love pictures of people laughing.  I also love to catch people doing crazy things.  I think the best shots are the ones when people are expecting their picture taken...if that makes sense.

I love pictures of my family that look like a professional took them.  Like, even if it’s a candid shot, and me or a freind took them and it wasn’t intended to look all “professional”. It’s hard to explain...but the Best. Picture. Of. Me. Ever. on my blog was a total candid during an out take of pictures we were taking for our husbands on deployment...and it’s my favorite picture of myself.  Cause it looks like a professional took it. LOL

chocolate and spaghetti… I’m so hungry now....

As for photos. I like candid photos of people. Not “posed” photos. Photo-journalism, where you capture someone. It’s also how I like to shoot.

Last summer, HCFG and I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. It was hot as all heck but we had a ball. It was fun to imagine all the other people who had done it before me…

I love candid shots of people being regular people.  People cuddling on a bench, sitting around chatting, eating, etc.  Kinda makes me seem like a stalker.  Based on what I tend to actually take pictures of, you’d think I liked nothing but cemeteries and flowers though.

Right now the most important photos to me are the ones from my family’s big family gathering in ‘07, since while it showed just how messed up we can really be (c’mon, who’s idea was it to have a bunch of people dressed as Jedi have a light saber battle in the backyard?) they’re also the last photos we took as an entire family, since my Nan died the following weekend.  And even though we all knew she was going to pass any day now, there’s not a hint of sadness to any of the pictures.

My favorite pictures are the ones that can stand alone as interesting, without having to know WHAT you’re actually looking at.  I think that’s why I like abstract, close up pictures of inanimate objects so much.

My most important pictures are the ones that allow you to tell an entire story, starting with just that one moment that was captured.  Like the Pepto picture, for example.

Oh shit!  That might have been me suggesting the walk over the Brooklyn Bridge.  Sorry dude! 

I did it with some friends one morning.  It was a beautiful day, we took our time and had a great breakfast someplace in Brooklyn afterwards.  Sounds like your experience was a bit worse.  Eek.

Um, yeah, I’m the Brooklyn Crack Smoker. Was it really that bad? Too long? I’m a walker so it didn’t seem that big of a deal to me.

My favorite pictures are the ones you can’t stop looking at, no matter what they are of. And, like Hilly, I love candid shots. They capture an actual moment, not a manufactured one.

The walk across the bridge wouldn’t have been so bad if:

1. We hadn’t started from the Staten Island Ferry.
2. We weren’t on a mission for spring rolls.  (Dude, you tell me we’re on the way for food we BETTER be getting some food SOON.  Ask Dawg.)
3. We had a clear plan of what exactly we were doing on the bridge - going part way for pictures, walking it for the experience, going to Brooklyn for FOOD.
4. We didn’t keep getting separated from each other then having to wait or catch up with each other.

Beautiful photos, though.

Google just told me it was 7.7 miles and 54 minutes (walking).  Did we REALLY walk that much on Saturday?!  And we stopped at the South Street Seaport along the way…

The Ferry? Well that makes me feel better! A little.

My favorite photos are ones with people in them, usually. Being… people. I love seeing old pictures of family and friends. I love the old clothes and hairstyles and attitudes. I even like super old pictures of people I don’t even know. People are so interesting.

My favorites are those that have memories, whether it’s scenery or my family and friends in them, or just a certain place.  The most important to me are candid shots of the kids - grandkids, nephews, etc. seeing their growth and the world through their eyes for just a moment.

I like visual puns, but am not very good at making them myself.  My wife is though, look:

http://celeryjam.com/?p=78

I like taking portraits, relatively close cropped.  Just because they are easy

I’d love to be able to take great landscapes, and live in a beautiful area where this should be possible.  but they just escape me.  I could really do with a wide angle lens, but the problem goes deeper than that.  I think my brain just isn’t wired to see the good opportunities.

As LOLcandidate for this year’s election, I feel it is my civic duty to Americans everywhere that I cast my vote for LOLcats.

My favorite photos are the ones that are taken and the subject doesn’t know that they are being taken.  The ones where you can feel the laughter, and hear the giggles.

I love candid, emotional photos and landscapes. I think there is something compelling about the beauty of world we llive in.

My favorite photos are taken from behind.  OK.  That sounds perverse.  But honestly, I take lots (most) of my photos of people walking or running or just “being” from behind them.  This, to me, is perfection.  I have Barry walking our kids… from the time they were teeny, from behind him.  I have him walking with his arms around them.  I have photos from all the kids’ weddings… from behind.  I have my mom and my mom-in-law (who just recently passed away) from behind… as they just loved.  I always photograph our 9 grandkids from behind.  I capture their walks, their gazes either way, their gait, their innocence.  No-one ever knows that I am connecting with their honesty and their humanity.  It is humbling and beautiful and joyful to see....

I am just realizing I do the behind photos too.  I intentionally taken photos from behind so people have NO idea I am taking the photo and won’t pose at all.

Credo che questo - il modo sbagliato. E con essa dovrebbe rimanere.