The other day, Robbi got a new lens for our Canon SLR. It is a standard 50mm lens with no zoom and a wide aperture. It’s different from our current lens because it has a shallow depth of field, which means that it can focus on something at one depth while blurring out other aspects of the shot. The foreground can be sharp while the background is blurry. Or vice versa. It’s a fun tool for the artist type that Robbi fancies herself to be.
The moment she got it out of the box, she wanted to try it out. I was the closest available subject.
She asked if she could take my picture.
I said sure. I asked her how she wanted me to look.
“Look natural,” she said.
And so I reverted to my natural state: sultry.
Apparently, that wasn’t what she had in mind, so I did “dazed and oafish” (something that does not come naturally to me at all).
Still she was not satisfied. I ran through my bag of tricks.
For some reason, Robbi put down her new lens and shuffled back to whatever it was she had been working on before the box arrived. Apparently, I had failed to please her.
I like to think I’m just too much for one small lens to contain.