[text] @quicksilver

[techtype]

[This post doesn't contain much text, despite being a text message. It does, however, contain many pictures.

One of them is a selfie of Prompto. It's fairly well-lit, as there's a torch and a metal wall to one side of him, but it's notable because it's sepia-toned and looks years old.

There are two more, each of a lantern on a hook. They're the same picture, but the first one seems unnaturally saturated and the second is in varying shades of grey and black.

The fourth is the Bonfire, but for whatever reason everything is a noticeable shade of pink. Huh.

There is text, however, after these pictures:

CHECK IT OUT, PHOTO FILTERS!!

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[techtype]

[There isn't a lot of light, this is true, and that's exactly why Prompto took pictures of or near sources of firelight.]

Huh. It sounds like what we have back home, Hasteagram. it's pretty popular, and I had an account...but I'm not very popular, so it was kinda pointless.

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It depends on what you're after, right? Whether you're looking at curating a portfolio and experimenting, or if you're just looking for likes. Luckily for me, phones and tablets with cameras built-in weren't commonplace when I was growing up, so all of my terrible photos just got shoved in a box at the back of my wardrobe instead of getting uploaded to the internet for permanent posterity.

[ along with meaning he could actually have a job in the first place. ]

The only like I ever had to worry about was the one coming from my skinflint boss.

[techtype]

I know the feeling. i developed my photos and stuffed them under my bed cuz i didn't think they were worth showing to anyone. i think i snapped some pics of a stray cat that my classmates liked a bit but that's it.

wait, did you work at a photographer?

[webshoots]

Didn't think they were worth showing to anyone or they weren't worth showing to anyone? There's a difference. Because boy, I can tell you right now that my box of conveniently labelled 'bad news photos' was kept solely for a rainy, rainy day and was full of weird exposures and blurry, out of focus shots.

Photojournalist, but yeah. Mostly for a newspaper back home - The Daily Bugle. I'm pretty sure that's where I developed my inability to feel as if I've done a good job if I haven't been berated for twenty minutes first.