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Bad photo or art?


Notice the flare, the fact that the subjects really aren't centered, that the shopping bag is placed as prominently as the kids. Were my parents just really bad photographers, or were they, in fact, making art? Posted by Hello

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Anonymous said…
I can't believe that helmet still fits you!
What's more amazing is that I can't believe you still wear it all the time!
Jay said…
Bad photo, definitely. But you're a good son to try to convince us otherwise.
Anonymous said…
No question about it, this photo is art.
Beth said…
I say that this is neither a bad photo, nor art... it is clearly a good photo -- didn't you know that bag of groceries was your other brother? And that he touched you last?

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