Lately, I’m having run-ins with a lot of mediocre photography glaring down at me from overhead at coffee shops, eateries and bathroom urinals. This, in and of itself, is not something that bothers me that much. Empty walls need to have something on them and, I suppose, I’d rather see amateur photography versus an alligator with an eye patch or the contents of a suburb garage sale nailed firmly in place. What bothers me is the audacity that some of these amateur photographers have in their asking for compensation.
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