Challenge: Free Study 2014-05 (Advanced Editing VII)
Date: May 21, 2014
Date Uploaded: May 30, 2014
[Jun. 1st, 2014 06:15:42 AM]
I really had no option but to enter this image.
I was flying towards the end of the month and I had two neighbours in the flight; an approximately 45 year old woman, and an approximately 45 day old baby. I believe one belonged to the other, and I wasn't terribly excited about the flight prospects.
As the landing sequence was starting, I saw a curious formulation of clouds and took a photo of this with my phone. I noticed the strange photographic artefact in the propellers that you can see here in that first image and thought they were peculiar enough to shoot them again. And again. So, about 60-100 photos later, I heard my neighbour - the adult one - say in terrified desperation something that rhymes with "are you really reckless enough to try to kill my baby this way?"
I experienced a very peculiar range of emotions in rapid succession: confusion, enlightenment, pity, anger, surprise, and amusement. All within about 2.5 seconds. At the anger phase I thought I aught to inform the woman on a number of things:
1) there was no danger;
2) if there was danger phones would be aggressively banned before boarding, not just via oral enforcement (I judge risk expectation by the level of mitigatory enforcement surrounding them);
3) airlines wouldn't actively advertise mechanisms for terrorism, and one would would hope that they especially wouldn't do so during the in-flight safety demonstration;
4) the danger is probably similar to the risk of collapsing a skyscraper by shouting loudly within its walls; and
5) if I had wanted to kill her baby with photography there were much more direct ways of doing this.
I was trying to convince myself that telling her every one of these would be helpful to her in the long run when my neighbour - the baby one this time - said, very simply, in an embarrassed voice whose intent was directed only to me: "no."
Upon this pronouncement, I reconsidered. I decided that I aught to take the advice of a telepath of a baby who, hopefully, knows it's mother better than I do. Presumably the telepath actually controlled my behaviour that day and felt it to be necessary me the illusion that I was in control; otherwise it'd be found out.
I'm glad she left me with the memory of it, though.
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