Sharp Shooters Meeting Nine: Nerd Fest!
Everyone in Sharp Shooters (the photo club I'm in) is a bit of a nerd. We are all in a sci-fi/fantasy book club together too. And once HBO starts airing 'A Game of Thrones' we are all going to get together to watch it. So for meeting nine we decided to embrace our inner nerd by going to two common nerd hang outs. We went to both Comicon and the Central library to take photos. We didn't actually go inside Comicon because it cost to much (which probably diminishes our nerd cred), but we found a nice spot just outside the entrance doors. We were able to take photo's of all the festive Comicon attendees as they entered fully clad in costumes. The guy in the bear suit was my favorite. I didn't get too many photos of the Comicon costumes because I really felt a bit creepy as I attempted to stealthily take candid photos of strangers in costumes.
Next, we went to the library, which really is more my kind of place to be nerdy. But the downtown Central library isn't just for book worms. Art and architecture lovers and those who appreciate the aesthetically strange will all enjoy the library. The library was opened on May 23, 2004. The two main architects were Rem Koolhaas and Joshua Prince-Ramus. The library is a huge structure made of glass and steel and is probably the oddest library I've ever seen. Apparently not everyone likes the bizarre architecture of the building, but I do! It is fun to wander down the spiral of floors containing rows and rows of books. My only complaint is that I think a library needs more cozy nooks and crannies. I like squirreling away in public libraries with stacks of books to browse through.
While I wondered through the library I had my camera in hand in search of photo opportunities. At one point I walked past an older woman who said 'Mumblegrumblemumble don't take my picture mumblemumble.' Since there was so much mumbling, I thought maybe I misunderstood her. At this point my camera was in my hands and not pointed at her and I was not even looking at her. And she said this all while passing me and not looking at me. So it seemed reasonable enough that she probably said something else and my natural human tendency toward egotism misconstrued her words to be about me. But then, I heard her get on her telephone and say "there's a woman here taking photos!" in an accusatory tone. And this time she was as clear as a sunny day. I'm pretty sure there is nothing wrong with taking photo's at the library. (I even saw what appeared to be another photo club and contemplated talking to them and maybe swamping idea's for photo club outings but chickened out.) But, despite my innocence and probably because my dislike for conflict, I made a walking dash away from the angry woman to find my fellow sharp shooters. We were almost done at this point anyway. It's funny that earlier in the day I was brazenly taking candid photo's of strangers without asking them but didn't get in trouble for it until hours later when I was pretty much just taking pictures of books. Cosmic reparation for my earlier boldness? You be the judge.
Next, we went to the library, which really is more my kind of place to be nerdy. But the downtown Central library isn't just for book worms. Art and architecture lovers and those who appreciate the aesthetically strange will all enjoy the library. The library was opened on May 23, 2004. The two main architects were Rem Koolhaas and Joshua Prince-Ramus. The library is a huge structure made of glass and steel and is probably the oddest library I've ever seen. Apparently not everyone likes the bizarre architecture of the building, but I do! It is fun to wander down the spiral of floors containing rows and rows of books. My only complaint is that I think a library needs more cozy nooks and crannies. I like squirreling away in public libraries with stacks of books to browse through.
While I wondered through the library I had my camera in hand in search of photo opportunities. At one point I walked past an older woman who said 'Mumblegrumblemumble don't take my picture mumblemumble.' Since there was so much mumbling, I thought maybe I misunderstood her. At this point my camera was in my hands and not pointed at her and I was not even looking at her. And she said this all while passing me and not looking at me. So it seemed reasonable enough that she probably said something else and my natural human tendency toward egotism misconstrued her words to be about me. But then, I heard her get on her telephone and say "there's a woman here taking photos!" in an accusatory tone. And this time she was as clear as a sunny day. I'm pretty sure there is nothing wrong with taking photo's at the library. (I even saw what appeared to be another photo club and contemplated talking to them and maybe swamping idea's for photo club outings but chickened out.) But, despite my innocence and probably because my dislike for conflict, I made a walking dash away from the angry woman to find my fellow sharp shooters. We were almost done at this point anyway. It's funny that earlier in the day I was brazenly taking candid photo's of strangers without asking them but didn't get in trouble for it until hours later when I was pretty much just taking pictures of books. Cosmic reparation for my earlier boldness? You be the judge.