{"id":1121,"date":"2015-05-08T09:00:43","date_gmt":"2015-05-08T16:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/?p=1121"},"modified":"2015-05-08T07:22:28","modified_gmt":"2015-05-08T14:22:28","slug":"nablopomo-day-8-focus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/2015\/05\/08\/nablopomo-day-8-focus\/","title":{"rendered":"NaBloPoMo Day 8: Focus"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Today\u2019s NaBloPoMo Prompt:<\/strong> <em>Do you think you smile more honestly when you\u2019re taking a selfie or when someone else is photographing you?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>For years my mom, who is herself a real shutterbug, would holler at me whenever there was a group photo. I was always making faces. Nowadays, it\u2019s my wife who yells at me. I guess they\u2019re the only two people who simultaneously care and feel like they can speak their minds.<\/p>\n<p>Not that I smile in selfies all the much. So the real answer is: my smile is captured in its most genuine state in candid photos. And oh boy. Nothing reinforces my disdain for being photoed than seeing my goofy doofus smile.<\/p>\n<p>Here\u2019s what\u2019s sad. Most of them time if I know I\u2019m being photographed, I make a face. Finally I decided to stop taking myself so seriously, and one time I didn\u2019t make a face\u2014 and my wife still hollered at me. I was trying to be normal, and she still that I looked silly. Sigh.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Today\u2019s NaBloPoMo Photo Prompt: Focus<\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"instagram-media\" style=\"background: #FFF; border: 0; border-radius: 3px; box-shadow: 0 0 1px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.5),0 1px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.15); margin: 1px; max-width: 658px; padding: 0; width: calc(100% - 2px);\" data-instgrm-version=\"4\">\n<div style=\"padding: 8px;\">\n<div style=\"background: #F8F8F8; line-height: 0; margin-top: 40px; padding: 50% 0; text-align: center; width: 100%;\"><\/div>\n<p style=\"color: #c9c8cd; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 8px; overflow: hidden; padding: 8px 0 7px; text-align: center; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap;\"><a style=\"color: #c9c8cd; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: none;\" href=\"https:\/\/instagram.com\/p\/siIOD6Sqen\/\" target=\"_top\">A photo posted by Jason Edwards (@bukkhead)<\/a> on <time style=\"font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;\" datetime=\"2014-09-04T18:14:22+00:00\">Sep 4, 2014 at 11:14am PDT<\/time><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><script src=\"\/\/platform.instagram.com\/en_US\/embeds.js\" async=\"\" defer=\"defer\"><\/script><br \/>\nI got into photography for a variety reasons, and one of them is a fascination with depth of field. This picture is one of my favorites\u2014 I took it with my DSLR,then saved it as JPG and manipulated it a bit further in Pxlr and Instagram. Depth of field let\u2019s me focus on one key element, and the rest is balance.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today\u2019s NaBloPoMo Prompt: Do you think you smile more honestly when you\u2019re taking a selfie or when someone else is photographing you? For years my mom, who is herself a real shutterbug, would holler at me whenever there was a group photo. I was always making faces. Nowadays, it\u2019s my wife who yells at me. &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/2015\/05\/08\/nablopomo-day-8-focus\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;NaBloPoMo Day 8: Focus&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[52],"tags":[50,110],"class_list":["post-1121","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nablopomo","tag-selfies","tag-smiles"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p24y52-i5","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1121","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1121"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1121\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1122,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1121\/revisions\/1122"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}