Last weekend at an outdoor cafe I photographed three sparrows that had been about to poop on my bald head.
I was able to do so because my picture-taking ability is ever-present: I am one of the 6.6 billion people on this planet who walk around with a camera in their pockets. It is as much a part of my iPhone as the speaking and texting functions.
I would not mention the defecating feathered friends, or my mobile phone, were it not for the fact that the previous day I had been engaged in a lively email exchange with a group of highly respected press photographers. We had been debating whether the iPhone would replace the truckload of camera gear that they had been carrying throughout their professional lives. Continue reading “Is that person with an iPhone a press photographer?”