My beautiful Nikon was returned to me dust free, so last night before dusk settled into the valley, Dan and I went on a stroll through the neighbourhood so I could take pictures. I'd been going through withdrawals.
Here's the area where I live, in all its agricultural glory.
Start of the stroll
Two trees I really like--there's a bench between them you can sit on
Patchwork of green
My Swiss at the fork in the road--do we walk by the corn, or the corn?
Though this shot is probably all sorts of technically wrong, I like it.
Here's the thing, even though my friend Thriza paid me a nice compliment a few posts back that I'd have to teach her a few things about her camera, I actually hardly remember anything about manually setting up a shot even though I took a photography course in university--not one of my best grades either (in my final review, the professor said my pictures were all a cliché. Ah university, pretension at its finest). I really like taking pictures though, my camera is always on me, but I'm not out to be a superstar trying to tame the photography beast through crafty f-stop and ISO settings. I keep my camera set to P because it usually gives great exposure, and then I take all the credit. But shhh, don't tell anyone.
Cow! Ahh, the walk is complete.
I want to go to the party
A weathered house resting on gnarled fingers
I need to watch Footloose.
Meg, Ais--catch the next plane and let's watch movies.
That's my bus, this isn't my bus stop. I don't have sheep at my stop, I have cows.
Fireman saving a house-barn that wasn't on fire. So I guess they weren't saving it.
Maybe they were just bored and decided to park the truck and play with the mechanical ladder.
Let's end things with another shot of the cow. Because she's pretty.
Have a great weekend everyone! Maybe go out and explore your own hood.