Some primitive cultures and a few ignorant, modern ones believe that a camera or other photographic device can steal the soul of the subject it is focused upon. There is the fear of one's soul being ripped from the corporeal form and becoming forever trapped in a two-dimensional medium with the look of horror frozen on their face.

Here's a fun stab at such a situation. :3 The memorable scene took place in the hotel room where my friends and I were staying for Anthrocon. We laughed, we ate, we exchanged info. During that info exchange, I made a few candid shots with my cell phone's camera, so I can have a contact picture.  kithy happened to be my first victim...ahem...subject. Facetiously, he cried out, "What have you done?!? My soul!" A seemingly insignificant moment turned out to be a fun memory. And as the years passed, the more I wanted to draw an exaggeration of our interaction.

Here's to good times, Kith, ol'boy. I hope to meet you again someday. (I have to give you your soul back somehow.) :D