Ode to the “Up-Skirt”.
I was sitting on a sidewalk in Australia, just hanging with friends, smoking some cigs, drink some beers and shooting random photos. Then it happened.
She was walking up the sidewalk from the South. Not an amazing babe. Tall, fair skin, long hair, 2 brests, and a skirt. By this time she was all up on us. I’d never taken an up-skirt before I hadn’t taken a up-skirt in many, many years. I thought for a brief second about how it’s kind of gross, kind of pervertish, and an invasion of privacy, but it turns out those are the same things that made me snap the photo. Using the “foam pit” of photography, I was able to view the photo instantly. One click on the zoom button and I noticed I struck up-skirt gold, no cotton.
Shooting an up-skirt is basically like shootin bigfoot. It’s quick, it’s unplanned and sometimes you miss. It’s a little on the blurry side for the main reason of not getting caught, but you really can’t ask for anything more than this.
I’ll never take an up-skirt again It’ll be a while till I take an up-skirt again, but when I do, I can only hope I see bigfoot.
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