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May 2nd, 2013 by Warren Swil

The boundless ways we can use the technology now in our pockets
are limited only by the human imagination

 THIS IS what it has come to: Three times in the past three weeks, I have been in a two-way “photo shoot.” That is, shooting you while you’re shooting me.
No, this ain’t a new sex act. But it is almost as stimulating.
The first time was on April 22, at the fabulous Santo Coyote restaurant in Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico.

An unidentified gentleman from Columbia shoots a picture of me shooting him at the Santo Coyote restaurant in Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico on April 22. © Warren Swil, 2013

It was the last night of my intense 65-hour visit to that undiscovered jewel, Mexico’s “second city,” where I was the guest of GDL native, Jairo G., who’s prominent family goes back at least three generations and has played a significant role in the public affairs of its home “town” (today, a booming metropolis with about four million residents).

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I was accommodated on the second floor of one of the family residences: five bedrooms, a bathroom, an outhouse shower and balcony … all to myself. What luxury!
Jim Pekkala, Ray W.S, and I begged Jairo to choose his all-time favorite eatery for a special “last supper.” That’s how we ended up at Santo Coyote.
As we were nearing the end of our gastronomically delightful dinner, the show began – in stereo. We had “front row” seats. Our table for four was situated exactly half way between two round, raised stages, each perhaps 10 feet in diameter.
Around 9 o’clock, two traditionally dressed Mariachi dancers began their routine on the stage to my right. After their first number, a similar pair performed a number to my left.
This flawless show continued for perhaps half an hour.
Then, a different Mariachi group – perhaps eight or nine traditionally clad men, each with his own instrument – appeared.
For 250 pesos, about $25, they would surround a table and perform one song. They gathered at the table right next to ours with of four men, and began their performance.
It was irresistible. I jumped up and started circling the group that was encircling the table, snapping shots with my awesome proCamera app ($2.99 at the AppStore). I was lining up a shot to get our table with my friends in the background, when, through the viewfinder, I saw one of the gentlemen seated in the middle of the performers, rise from his seat and aim his camera at me.
FLASH! In my face. In my viewfinder.
Instinctively, I pointed my camera at him. We both shot half a dozen images of each other shooting each other. Alas, later, he declined when I asked him for contact info so we could exchange images. One of those I shot of him is here.

Craig Amromin captures my “Hi, Mom!” on video at the Brewery ArtWalk on Saturday, April 27. As soon as I can unzip the video file, a clip will be posted here. © Warren Swil, 2013

THE SECOND time was on April 27, at the Brewery Artwalk. I’ve already reported on it in my post “Brewery Artwalk a feast for ALL the Senses” on this blog.
Craig Amromin has already sent me the video clip, but I’m having trouble opening the zip file.
We are working on it right now, and I will add it to this post when we can resolve the issue.
Meanwhile, here is another shot of Craig shooting me on Saturday.

Paisley Bruise gets me in his viewfinder at Lucky Strike lanes on Wednesday evening. This image is uncorrected. The effect is awesome. © Warren Swil, 2013

LAST NIGHT, at Lucky Strike lanes, it happened again. I was checking out the private lounge where a promotional event was about to begin. It was at the time empty except for two folks.
I started talking to a friendly looking stranger in a wheelchair, who was telling me about the upcoming event, when suddenly there was a flash burst in the corner of my eye. I glanced in that direction and there was Paisley Bruise, digital SLR with strobe in hand, shooting away.
I am now well schooled in the response, and intuitively reached into my pocket, grabbed my “instrument” and pointed it in his direction.
Paisley caught on immediately! I
Don’t know if he has had the same experience as me, but he sure knew what to do.
When I looked at an image on his screen, at first it seemed all washed out by MY strobe pointing back in his direction.
“But, that’s the point,” he explained.
I got it. This was a piece of art, not a common-and-garden snapshot. The effect is awesome. The one I got of him is similar. I have not corrected it at all.
This is the uncorrected image.
(I just resized it for the web.)
Paisley and I traded cards. He got it. He is now in my address book. When there’s time, I know we will connect and trade images. I’ll do a follow up post when they are available.

As arranged more than a week ago, about 5 o’clock I met my longtime, former college buddy Steve Devol at the Congregation Alehouse’s newest chapter (the third in the growing chain) in downtown Pasadena for a beer.
Steve, who works on the desk at the Los Angeles Times, reminded me that, together we hitch-hiked from San Francisco to Chicago in the summer of 1976 (America’s Bicentennial year). We left on July 5, after watching the fireworks in SFO.
The Alehouse and its manager, Matthew Garcia, is a separate story in itself, coming soon to this blog.
What happened with Steve and I belongs right here.
We were getting ready to leave, both feeling quite er … “comfortable” after a couple of special brews, and the sun finally glimmered in the corner of my right eye.
Both of these signaled me it was time: for my “establishing” shot as they call it in the movies.