Cynthia Foo

You know how I used to (and I still am) taking photos everyday. I used to capture almost everything I eat.
I went to a local restaurant at the Cott the other day, the portion served was sooo small, yet so cute. I couldn’t help but take a few more photos so I can keep looking at the food photo to fill me up (even more).
Oh! That was so nice.

Sometimes the food photo might look nice. Fact, the taste isn’t that nice after all. Gentle light and macro mode do the trick most of the time.

I like the little saucer served up in Chinese restaurant. Thou me and Kian hardly use them at all.
See, I am not a big fan of chilli. But, I still reckon the colours of the chilli are very nice.

Things have changed a little eversince we do more cooking at home nowadays.  I don’t get to bring my camera to take those nice photos in the restaurants.

I can’t possibly take nice photos from my lunch box either. I microwave my lunch for 2 min, once I lift up the lid, the steam escapes. I am always hungry for lunch before I manage or able to take a nice photo of my lunch.

But, one thing has never changed: I still bring my camera with me almost everyday

So. No nice photos from my lunches. But, I still have some nice photos from.. from.. elsewhere.

I see people coming in everyday with all sort of request. Very often, they present with some skin problem, without any hesitation, they lift up their clothes, and show it to me.

And most of the time, I have no idea how to react appropriately, so I say: OH! That’s very er..er….nice.
Full stop.

Due to my portfolio requirement, I need to take some photos to show the Council people that I have had actually seen such things. Oh well, not quite really a requirement. I just like taking photos after all. I admit.

So, yeah. No photos of food/flower/myself. I’m still very happy to satisfy my ‘photography craving’ by taking thse ‘nice’ photos. Wonder why? Am I lost my sense of photography or what?

Or it is just because the workaholic fink in me???

I was told this toe is infected by fungal. I couldn’t help but requested a photo.
She removed her shoe. I saw the badly infected toe. The smell of the feet shoooo-ed me 3 miles away.

Holy cow! That IS so ‘nice’!!!