So there I was, at twelve thousand feet and inverted when things started to go wrong…
Well, not really. I’ve been to twelve thousand feet, and I’ve been inverted, but I haven’t done both at the same time. Truth be told, I thought that it was time for some photography content on my photography blog.
Several months ago, I entered a photo contest with I think is a fairly nice photo:
Now I’m not saying that it’s a perfect shot, but it’s got some chops. If the contest was one where there were a set panel of judges that were reviewing the entries and scoring them I probably would not be writing about the outcome. However, this was one o’ them “audience participation” contests, where votes are cast by the general public, making the outcome dependant on the whim of the public and the ability of the photo submitter to generate hits from friends and family. I’m not saying that there is anything wrong with this approach, it’s just…well…I lost to these:
Which are, respectfully, an over processed airshow shot, some sort of demon baby in a cockpit, and an admittedly nice family photo where it, unfortunately, looks like the child is going to sneeze. I jest, truly…sorta.
OK, I will admit to some sour grapes, I came in at just over half the votes on the lowest scoring finalist, and just about one third the votes of the highest. But what really gets me is this. I work with computers. It would have taken me about 3 hours to write a script that sits on that page and just punches that vote button again and again and again. I coulda been a contender.