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Going Digital

Recently, I met a friend's grandfather who happens to be an avid birder and photographer. Birds are often the subject as can be imagined but he has an amazing eye for people too - all in candid settings. He showed us one picture that I found competition worthy and told him so. Apparently he had tried but was too late for consideration. 

Later at dinner, we joked about grandpa making an NFT out of it. He was intrigued but the idea was a bit alien to his mind. Reading this other NFT story featuring the inventor of the internet (a fact which seems to make the creator feel a lot older than his real age), reminded me of my friend's grandpa

“Three decades ago, I created something which, with the subsequent help of a huge number of collaborators across the world, has been a powerful tool for humanity. (...) NFTs, be they artworks or a digital artefact like this, are the latest playful creations in this realm, and the most appropriate means of ownership that exists. They are the ideal way to package the origins behind the web,” Berners-Lee said in a statement.

The grandfather had been a photographer all his life and embraced his DSLR camera whole heartedly when he first got one. But that is his line. He would never enhance his pictures digitally - that would mean being a traitor to the art form. So he would wait until the conditions were right for the perfect shot. Sometimes, that could take several days and hundreds of shots. Maybe making an NFT of his potentially prize winning shot was over the line too.

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