(Mad Laughter)

For every Action, there is an Equal and Opposite Reaction.

-Newton's Third Law of Motion

As it follows, if the Action is Failure, the Reaction is Proportional Discipline. In this regard it should be explained that typing with three fingers on one hand and a damaged cornea is decidedly Unproductive. I am presently not in a state that could be described as Proper Working Order, pursuant to previously mentioned incidents

Likewise if the Action is a sensation of pain, the Reaction is to ignore the pain by finding it humorous, probability suggests that this is the source of the Reaction of Baker Squad, which is to direct strangle looks when I begin laughing.

The chain of Action and Reaction, can easily be followed back to some degree, to the initial Action which led to the Reaction of Failure. Which is to say, being apprehended. Thus it seems appropriate that the most Productive Reaction to this chain is to avoid being apprehended to begin with.

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(Shutter Click)

ker-click.
ker-click.
ker-click.

If kept in Proper Working Order, a camera will continue to make that sound when the shutter moves to allow it to create a photograph. Keeping the camera in Proper Working Order is not hard.

I am the Photographer. The Photographer is me.

I am a Tracker. I find Things. People. Runners. Of course, the Difference between the viewfinder of a camera and the scope of a rifle is that one makes a much louder noise than the other when used. And both need to be properly maintained in order to continue to Function as intended.

I blend in. I am told that it is something that I do well.

Everything has a Purpose. That is why things need to be kept in Proper Working Order. If something ceases to Function as intended, it no longer serves its Purpose and needs to be Disposed of.

The human heart for instance has the Purpose of pumping blood through the body in order to sustain Life.
It takes 23 seconds for blood to complete circulation through the body and begin again. It takes less than that for a bullet to penetrate the breastbone and put a hole in the heart, whereupon the Functioning of the heart begins to defeat its Purpose.

I see things. People. Places. Many do not know their Purposes. All through one lens or another.
Perhaps I have seen you.

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