There Is No Resolution Here
I am doing a charity gig producing caricatures. A lady walks up, looks at my art, mumbles something, and then asks me:
Lady: “Do you do private commissions?”
Me: “Yes, I do.”
Lady: “What do you need?”
Me: “All I need is a photo and some information about the person you want to be caricatured.”
Lady: “I have a photo of my husband in the car. I can go and get it if you like.”
Me: “That would be great.”
She heads off, and twenty minutes later, she comes back with a photo.
The photo is of a large lake with a tiny boat in the middle. And I mean tiny; you can barely make it out. After a while, I say:
Me: “So, where is your husband?”
Lady: “He’s in the boat.”
I look again. And there, measuring approximately 2.5 pixels in width and 3.7 in height, is — I presume — her husband. Fishing.
Me: “I think I’m going to need a slightly clearer photo.”
She takes it back and looks at it.
Lady: “Actually, you’ll probably want one of him facing you, too. He’s got his back to you in this one.”
I nodded slowly and she walked off.