what's with the foo?
The current front door image was taken last year as a test of a new macro photography set-up I put together at the studio. It was literally the nearest small item at hand, so I used it to see if everything was in focus.
I'm a terrible photographer, and digital is the only way I could afford to waste so much film. While I occasionally manage to stumble into a decent image for my portfolio, I generally leave such tasks to the professionals and concentrate on simply documenting things for future reference.
The Foo in question was the first thing I shot with the new rig, and in my estimation it actually looked pretty good. More importantly, it amused me to no end.
The bulk of my childhood was spent on the East coast, land of Yankee accents and Chinese restaurants. Outside the best of them were a pair of proud Foo, ostensibly looking out for the owners and their patrons.
Children generally accept mythology as fact on first encounter, so the legends of the Foo led me to feel comforted by the presence of these cute but noble beasts. More importantly, as adorable as they were, I feared them just a little bit. They did, after all, tear interlopers into Mu Shu Person.
To this day I pat them on the head affectionately when I encounter them, hoping they know that I mean harm to no one beyond a bowl of Kung Pao Chicken.
category: playing
02 / 09 / 2007
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