10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

I wonder how long it's been since I stopped filming people.

I liked to photograph people.

No casual routine, no comma for one of the destinations.

I was fascinated by the photos that cut out my expression.

I liked the pictures, wanted to make it work and went to college.

I was lucky enough to dive into a famous studio assistant.

I married her since I was a student. I had a baby, too.

Work that reduces body and mind without morning, day or night.

Maybe I couldn't help it more than it was an intense duty I didn't know when I could go home or when I could rest.

My junior assistant came in, and he became an old stock in the studio, so that I could take pictures of him.

Maybe it was too late by then.

Divorced.

I wonder how long it's been since I stopped filming people.

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"Delivery is in three days... well we have time"

Man on his way to the computer with a bumpy grunt.

I'm just returning from shooting to capture the data.

What we are waiting for after this is so-called development work.

Even so, it's not like a man shot it with a film camera.

The man is a generation that grew up in film, but no, the main machine is a digital camera.

Due to the transition from film to digital, it is not nearly over after shooting thrown into the development station.

"Today's shooting is a magazine... shall we finish it around here"

Since shooting with digital cameras became mainstream, the finishing of the data taken has usually been the job of photographers.

Especially for freelance photographers like men, independent of studios that have trained.

The man who captures the data taken and runs the PHOTO-O HOP action for now.

This will adjust to a large amount of clutter and select the cut to be delivered for final adjustment.

Pass the data to the client and exit if OK comes out.

Well, depending on the client, the image will be processed by saying the details with Gudagda.

It is a negative aspect of digital.

"Don't be free for a second. Take a peek on the bulletin board."

The main computer is working, and if this isn't over, I can't start the next task.

It wasn't even a particularly busy time, the guy takes out his laptop and starts it.

Apparently, he surfs the net for hippo crushes.

I'm not playing.

I look at various images online and check out recent trends in how they are taken and processed.

I'm not playing.

For some reason, I have a bulletin board site, but I'm not playing.

"What the fuck is that?... otherworlds?

And the man found it.

A mysterious slate of images rising that claim to be different worlds.

"[Pull Neat] It sounds like after I haven't been out in 10 years, I've come to different worlds from home to home. [Escape?

It is the first thread Eugene has set up.

"Do you want to download it and watch EXIF for now? You're too poorly machined that the wires are out in the air... what? What is it, here? EXIF lettering? Is that possible?

Bendokonta, 38 years old.

It is the moment of the birth of old man Kotehan Camera.

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Ever since I found the first thread Eugene put up, the man has been a regular on the bulletin board. It is Kotehan, in other words.

Maybe it was mean at first.

Whatever the pictures of the landscape and food, goblins, the magic of Alice, the protected toddler.

I don't specialize in videos, but I'm a professional when it comes to photography.

The man searches for traces of image processing.

But.

No matter how much the man looked, he couldn't find any evidence that it was a processed image.

Only when the man, instead of wondering if it was a different world, was he just going to enjoy it.

Between the tasks of developing culinary photographs, in between shooting bumps in a studio renovated on the ground floor of your home.

Whatever it is, I hope it entertains you.

But well, if it's underhanded, or if I find evidence of machining, I'll go in.

In such a stance.

I guess that's why.

I'm looking for a place in Tokyo for voice verification that somehow doesn't make sense.

When the story came out, the man had decided to offer a home and studio location.

Well, even though it's a studio, it's a little over 10 tatami spaces renovated to capture things.

There are two knowledgeable Nettles, an unnamed Tony and an unnamed Nettle.

The off-duty meeting for voice verification is just about over.

Rather, the longer the drinks afterwards were.

I don't even know your real name, I don't know anybody anywhere.

Still, the drinking party seemed to be buzzing with Eugene's story.

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"Camping off or... out of Zaizumae to the capital from Koshima. The rest is about 2 hours to Utsunomiya without a fast ride. I enjoyed the off-duty party, and that's what I'm gonna do! We're still ahead of us, so it's easy to adjust your work!

Before the man who originally lived alone became independent, his parents moved elsewhere.

Just fine, the two of us said this house was too big, please do as Kangtai pleases.

Fortunately for this, the man was renovating the first floor of his original home into a studio where he could take a brief bump shot.

A man's voice echoes in the home and studio where he now lives alone.

He is an old man who speaks to himself big. Dangerous.

It's dangerous, but there's no other way.

That's all men are excited about.

Safe.

"I want to take pictures, and I have equipment, so that's a car! They're lost. Can we pick them up?

Old man writing on bulletin board as he says bumps. It is out.

Remaining in momentum, the man exposes his free-mail address.

It's the usual one box because it loads equipment, and the amount of equipment is not a big deal, so a couple of people would be able to pick it up.

He is a friendly old batsch.

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From the first to the third camp-off, the man took part in it all.

Sometimes they ask me to prepare the equipment, and if I join them, I'm amazed at the title of the American group of CG creator Lewis, meets intentionally with the video rep in the validation thread, and captures the camp-off.

The man had a full day while filming the dishes and accessories to be published in the magazine as before.

Work aside, Eugene's story and pictures seem to have enriched a man's private time.

Sometimes I say, "Take a picture of me, too! 'He seemed insane, though.

If you realize it, the man was photographing people again naturally.

It's a camp-off I took part in myself, regardless of my job.

And.

What turned out to be a turning point for a man.

It was a camp-off for testing organisations with more participants and an expanded size.

In this campoff, the man was finally ordered 'as a job' by the NPO.

He wants me to take a picture of the camp-off, and the photos I took want to be uploaded to a site with ID & keys.

Apparently, Kotehan Verification Slate's video rep had been ordered an even more troublesome job.

"Work? I don't specialize in filming events… and…"

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Men also know when they stopped filming people, etc.

After entering the studio and becoming an assistant.

I couldn't afford it physically or mentally.

It was a black industry before the word 'black company' came into being.

If you're mottled, your fists fly, your kicks fly. Still, I can be gentler.

I wish I could stay in the studio and get some sleep, absolutely what the top says.

Fewer of those things are happening now, digitized and less equipment, the man also hears.

For once, a man may be the last generation to have had a digital transition from film in the field.

It could be the last generation to experience a black supersports system.

It's just not any consolation.

Now is the time to work independently and enjoy life in stability, but a man's life was already broken once.

My wife, who had been my lover since I was a student, left with my children.

The man was stopping filming people.

Cooking Photography There were times when I took pictures of chefs and staff, but if it wasn't the main thing, I wouldn't like it.

I couldn't look at other people's expressions, their emotions.

Because I see what I've lost.

But.

If you realize it, the man was photographing people again naturally.

It's a camp-off I took part in myself, regardless of my job.

Still, in previous campoffs, I just shot it with my hobby.

The pictures didn't go up anywhere.

Though I shoot it and leave the data behind, the guy hasn't even developed it.

And.

At the camp-off of holding the test, the man gets the job.

Get a job filming the camp.

Work that includes delivering data.

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The man was crying.

I was setting up a camera crying.

He is a dangerous old man.

No. No, I'm not, but I'm not.

I liked to photograph people.

That's why I got hooked on the pictures and made it work, but I stopped taking pictures of people.

Now.

The man was rolling around with a camera at the test holding camp-off.

At the end of the man's camera, at the end of the finder, there were various people.

Young man who braves himself and speaks to a presumably clerk.

A man who buys clothes and dresses, gets his hair cut by his grandfather Chara, looks in the mirror and is surprised.

Guys enjoying BBQ while talking about Eugene, a bunch of silent pancakes baking.

Men and women who look at the pictures painted in the sketchbook and burst into laughter, men who talk about their sexual preferences with dignity.

The boy steps out of the shelter with hesitation.

The man was in tears checking the images on the back monitor.

The look on your face, the fact that you cut off your emotions.

to have (...) taken (...) people (...) with (...) shadows (...).

I stopped being able to photograph people after I went into the studio and became an assistant.

I couldn't afford it physically or mentally.

What made me able to photograph people again?

Because they captured each emotion in a camp-off held for the test.

Maybe I can afford it.

Eugene and sympathize with each person who participated.

If someone asks, the man will answer that.

Photos uploaded to sites with IDs & keys were well received.

"Hissing. I'm sorry to hear from you, but I have a picture I'd like to show you. I'll send you the URL and ID later. Yeah, yeah. Take care of yourself, then. Say hello to that kid, too.... If you like, I want you two to see it. Bye."

Cotehan, camera old man.

He graduates from the college and works there as a photographer assistant in a prestigious studio.

Though I married my girlfriend as a student and had a child, differences continued to be divorced because of intense duties.

As a photographer, I get on track and freelance independently.

Get steady money focused on your gourmet and town magazine work.

Discover a thread set up by Eugene surfing the net between developments.

In charge of finding traces of the processing of photographs taken by Eugene under the name of 'Camera Old Man' since then.

He is also responsible for instructing Eugene on how to use the camera and how to shoot it.

Participate in all Tokyo offs of validation threads, all three campoffs, and campoffs of holding tests.

At the camp-off of holding the test, I decided to take a picture of the situation as a job.

This job prompts the good photos to shift from cooking to people.

A man who remembered what he liked, inspired by the fact that Eugene went to another world.

It was a little story about a bulletin board resident.