As we walked around Sea World, and Disneyland, we took tons of pictures, just like everyone else,(except maybe the Asian visitors because lets face it, they take a lot of pictures.) So as we were doing so, I noticed that it was impossible to eliminate total strangers from some of the pictures. Well, that in turn got me thinking about how many photo's I am in and have no idea? I figure this trip alone at least 50 people took a picture of me, some of them had no choice, I was standing too close to whatever object they were photographing. Some, like most of the Disney Princesses, just wanted a photo of me.
I started looking through the photos of ours that have strangers in them. Poor folks have no idea they are being scrutinized right now. It is quite entertaining to look at the people that are in your photos.
What is the lady in the black shirt thinking? It appears she is not very happy at the happiest place on earth.
I hope that the afterlife includes a huge photo album of all the photos that were ever taken of me. I wonder how many of them caught me picking my nose? I wonder how many are just my butt. I remember once at an air show in Vegas I took a discreet picture of some guy's feet. He had napkins tapered and cut to guard his toes from the sun. I had the friends I was with pose just right so I could secretly get a photo of him. He had no idea. His next life photo album will include a picture of his feet and his home made sun shield. Maybe he will congratulate himself for protecting himself from sun cancer? Perhaps he forgot that moment of ingenuity and I am doing him a favor, capturing a memory.
I remember also in my younger years, aka college, trying to get into strangers photos. There are many photos of me out there ruining someone else's background. This was funny to me at the time. Maybe when I see that photo album in the next life I will have some regrets and think I was a jerk. JP Mataalii ruined our shot at getting in our High School Class photo twice. We were perfectly positioned to do the run to the other side thing, and he chickened out because Mr Marine (Vice Principal) was looking at us. Turns out Mr Marine wanted us to do it and was watching thinking we would.
Here's another one photo.
The kid in the back row has no idea I have a picture of him closing his eyes on Space Mountain. Was he scared? Was he sneezing? Poor guy will forever be in my mind as a sneezing rider of Space Mountain, or Ghost Galaxy, as it is called for Halloween Time. (Side note: Very awesome ride. Side note number 2: A lady that was near by when this picture came up on the screen felt bad for me because she thought I was about to cry. Side note 3: The kids loved this ride, despite what it looks like from the photo.)
So these are the thoughts that run through my mind while enjoying everything there is at Disneyland.
So basically I just want to see the photo album that has every picture of me ever taken. Or maybe I don't.
