While at the boys soccer game last night,
I took some pictures.
In Manual Mode.
I want to learn how,
and I didn’t NEED pictures of soccer.
I took some pictures.
In Manual Mode.
I want to learn how,
and I didn’t NEED pictures of soccer.
I brought my camera for purely educational reasons.
So I am going to show them to you.
Tell me what you think,
what I did right,
what I could have done better…..
I can take it.
Oh.
I was informed by the blog Queen that I am NOT allowed to do pictures only posts.
All posts must have words.
So I will intersperse random thoughts amongst the pictures.
Here we go.
( I don’t need any words here because the
lengthy explanation above should cover it.)
Tell me what you think,
what I did right,
what I could have done better…..
I can take it.
Oh.
I was informed by the blog Queen that I am NOT allowed to do pictures only posts.
All posts must have words.
So I will intersperse random thoughts amongst the pictures.
Here we go.
( I don’t need any words here because the
lengthy explanation above should cover it.)
Post-it notes are not the best invention ever.
Shocking, I know.
Paper towel is.
I heart paper towel.
To clean up dog accidents, kid accidents, wipe noses, clean up vomit, wipe up raw meat juice
(which is actually blood), clean glasses, clean windows, wipe pasty chicken butt…
the uses I have for paper towels are endless.
I never used to buy them.
Because they are unnecessary. Cloths can do the same thing.
I was trying to be extremely frugal.
But honestly?
I would throw out the cloth.
I would throw out the cloth.
Some things are just too gross to try and wash out.
So, now I buy paper towels.
They make me happy.
They make me happy.
I broke my favourite mug tonight.
My favourite, ‘cause it’s the perfect colour blue, the perfect size, fit’s wonderfully in my hand, and I love it.
It’s big but not too big your coffee get’s cold before you finish,
and not so thick that you dribble coffee all down the front of you.
(Or is that just me?)
It was the handle, and I hope that I can crazy-glue it back on.
I was grocery shopping with my kids today,
and an older gentleman was watching us, smiling.
As I went to go by him he asked me,
'”Are all those kids yours? Or are you babysitting?”
I said, “No, they’re all mine. Every last one of ‘em.”
He broke into a huge grin, stuck both thumbs up in the air and said,
” Good for you! GOOD for YOU!”
I smiled and continued shopping.
I never think that having four kids is a lot.
I think I have a small family.
But, my perception is skewed, I guess.
Anyway, it was nice.
Support from a stranger.
I like this one.
But I don’t like the shadow on her face.
These Special Dual Purpose meat chicks I have are
incredibly hardy and healthy.
And active.
The escaped their pen very early this morning, at 3 days old,
and I found a bunch of them outside when I went to do chores.
3 were dead.
Something had ripped their stomachs open,
and their entrails were now their extrails.
Know what would do that?
They weren’t eaten.
Just ripped open.
Good news is I still have 80 chicks.
That God for miscounts,
or throwing in a few extra;)
They weren’t eaten.
Just ripped open.
Good news is I still have 80 chicks.
That God for miscounts,
or throwing in a few extra;)
I know technically this is overexposed…
but I kinda liked the effect.
Backlit again, but face still shadowy.
What can I do?
Remember, my flash doesn’t work.
I still like it though.
An overexposed, heavenly soccer net.
I did get some pictures of soccer,
in case you were wondering.
Check the clenched fists, and look on his face…
he takes sports very seriously.
And that’s it!
What do ya think?
Ummm.. what blog Queen said that? :P
ReplyDeleteI heart paper towel, too.
I like the 'over exposed' cartwheeling E, too. I think if you had taken the pic of her face with the sun at the side, instead of behind her it might have worked better.
First, you crack me up.
ReplyDeleteSecond, I'm sorry your chicks got out. You sure couldn't have seen that coming when they're so young. Yucky. I guess we've both been there before.
Third, I used to never buy paper towels either, but I finally came to the realization that I'm not a bad person if I keep a roll of them in the cupboard for... well you know, wiping pasty butts etc.
Fourth, your photos. Good job. Where you're backlit and ended up with bright streaks across your photos, I believe the sunlight may actually been hiting your lens. Next time try shading your lens with you hand, or a hat (or your boob, whatever you have handy). :) On the ones where your girl's face is too darkly shadowed, I think you still had a little room to increase your exposure without blowing the rest of her face out, especially in the shot right after you say your flash is broken (which truly is a blessing, believe me). The more you shoot in manual the more you'll love it!
As if you don't know who the Blog Queen is, Adeena.
ReplyDeleteI completely understand the love for paper towels. There are some things too disgusting for words, or rags.
Jess, you must really know Heather... suggesting that she use her boob to shade her camera might actually work. Too funny!!
I am sorry for the loss of your three baby chicks. Don't you remember the time I lost EVERY ONE of the 45 babies we had? Stinkin' weasel, I think...ripped every throat out, but never ate them. GRRRRRRRRRR. Now that the predators know they are there, you'll have to be super vigilant. Or leave Cyrus out there.
I have no comments about the pictures, except to say that I love to watch you learn more and more about photography. I get to enjoy the pictures!
Nice pics, hilarious commentary.
ReplyDeleteOld guys are either creepy or funny and nice. I'm glad the old guy in the grocery store was not creepy.
What killed your chicks could either have been a weasel, skunk, or rat. I think not a weasel, because they'd kill all of them if they could, just for the fun of it. Same with a skunk, really, unless the rest couldn't be reached. So I dunno.
Poor babies! Some great shots.
ReplyDeleteUse a boob, put them to use. They just hang there getting a free ride all the time anyway.
to kick a soccer ball you have to be mad to have a good shot!
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