Bagman bounds into the room with renewed energy, carrying his cameras and showing off his biggest telephoto lens.
Bagman is leaping up and down, his shirt unbuttoned, his zipper only half pulled up. He is roaring with delight. “Incongruity! Incongruity! I’ve got just the idea for next week’s Friday Hometown Shoot’em up!”
“That’s Friday Hometown Photo Shoot-out,” corrected
“Shooter pooter!” screams Bagman. “But I know what we’re going to do! We’ll shoot naked women in incongruous places – courtrooms, churches, public intersections!”
“It’s been done already,” I note, explaining that last year somebody broke the World Record for shooting a gazillion naked people in some huge business district street.
“So now it’s no longer incongruity,” says
Bagman tosses his shaggy head and glares at
“How could I forget?”
I try to defuse the growing tension and say, “It does present a dilemma. Incongruity seems to shift depending on circumstances. And as soon as you take a picture the composition of the photograph turns the incongruity of the subject into harmony…at least if it is a good picture.”
“Then let’s take bad pictures!” yelled Bagman but his roar was beginning to sound a little more like a whine.
”We need more research,” said