When Jack London had his portrait made by the noted San Francisco photographer Arnold Genthe, London began the encounter with effusive praise for the photographic art of his friend and fellow bohemian, Genthe. “you must have a wonderful camera…It must be the best camera in the world…You must show me your camera.” Genthe then used his standard studio camera to make what has since become a classic picture of Jack London. When the sitting was finished, Genthe could not contain himself: “I have read your books, Jack, and I think they are important works of art. You must have a wonderful typewriter.”
Q: What did Mozart do when his Olympus broke?
A: He borrowed Pachelbel’s Canon.
Two new models are waiting as the photographer gets his equipment ready.
One model says to the other,”What is he doing now?”
“He’s getting ready to focus”, she replies.
To which the first model exclaims,”FOCUS, but he hasn’t even paid us yet!”
A photographer in a park took a self portrait.
Due to lighting conditions he used the built in flash on the camera.
He was arrested for flashing and exposing himself in the park.
Almost without notice, a massive storm began to build on the horizon. Soon winds began to pick up in and around the town, and flashes of lightning could be seen and the distant roll of thunder could be heard and felt.
In this climate a mother worried about the safety of her child, the little girl who would be walking home from school at just this moment. She quickly got into her car and began to drive the route from her house to the school yard.
Before long, the mother spotted her daughter. Surprisingly, the little girl was not frightened by the approaching storm. Instead, she seemed gleeful, and at each flash of lightning and roar of thunder, she would stop, look, and smile. One lightning bolt followed another and with each the little girl stopped, looked at the streak of lightning, and smiled.
By the time the mother reached her daughter she was quite curious. Calling for her daughter to get in the car, she asked, "Why are you smiling at the storm?"
The little girl answered with a smile and a giggle, "Because God keeps taking pictures of me."
A dying mosquito exclaimed,
"A chemist has poisoned my brain!"
The cause of his sorrow
* The pesticide DDT