Thursday, July 17, 2008
This is an unadulterated Gwynn's Island sunset. That's a whole lot of orange and a whole lot of glare. Don't look at it too long or it will burn a hole in your retina.
Now is as good a time as any to talk about my "expertise" in the field of photography. Let's start, shall we?:
1. (Crickets chirping.)
2. (Dogs howling.)
3. (Crickets chirping again.)
4. I received a digital camera for Christmas and three months later found the courage to pull out the instructions, figure out how to put the strap on it and insert the batteries.
5. Several weeks and many tears later, I finally figured out how to transfer pictures from the camera to the computer to the internet. I still have post-traumatic stress syndrome associated with this. I start to tremble just thinking about it.
6. Other than pressing the one button to take a picture, I do not do anything else. I wouldn't know how to edit a picture if the future of the entire planet depended on it. That would involve half a brain cell that leans towards technical expertise. I don't have one of those, but I am considering ordering one.
And that wraps up everything I know about photography. Anything I toss up here is something I captured as follows: Aim camera. Press Button. The End.
Of course when you live in a place as beautiful as Mathews, skill is the last thing required to capture a decent picture. Thank goodness for that. Otherwise, I'd be in big trouble.
Speaking of big trouble, I have to go lie down now. There are no fewer than 10 ants crawling on my computer, which is in my bedroom. And where there are 10, there are 62.5 million. It's too early in the day for all this stress, plus I just burned a hole in my retina.
Have I mentioned I really need a vacation?