We appear to have confused our son.
“Connor, did you know you’re going to camp next week? J will be there and you get to do all kinds of fun stuff with dinosaurs!”
“Yep!” Big smile.
The phone rings. It’s my mom.
“Grandma, J and I are going camping! And we’re going to have a fire and roast marshmallows!”
I hope dinosaur day camp isn’t a huge disappointment, otherwise we might be roasting marshmallows on our gas stove to make up for it.
Early this year I wrote my life list and taking a photography course was #7. Item checked off! On Monday I took a course for beginners and learned a ton – basics of settings, more about composition, etc. and now I feel like I understand enough to keep playing with photography.
These are some of the photos I took – though I’m having colour management issues so I don’t love how they appear here – but I’ve included a few captions indicating what I was aiming for with the shot.
(Incidentally, this same company offers photo tours to places like Africa. Since a safari was on my list already I’ve updated it to be a photo tour, because how cool would that be? A safari with photography help – sign me up! When I win the lottery maybe…)
Playing with leading lines
More lines with focus on foreground
The effect of the rule of thirds
Roy. Focus on statue details.
Just because I like pictures of paths.
Didn't quite get the detail in the flowers I wanted, but aren't these cool?
Love these spikes.
Lines of the fence with flowers in the foreground.
White in a sea of green.
This poor bear, lying there waiting to be played with again.
Stark white. I wonder if he had grass stains?
Blue smile conveys no concern, knowing his playmates are nearby.
He knows they’ll come back when hide and seek is done.
(Tormenting you with a wee bit of poetry while I play along with Mama Kat.)
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So I did it. I bought a ticket to BlogHer 11.
I knew the conference was happening. I sort of wanted to go. But me? Nah. I’m too new. I can’t go. I can’t spend the money.
But sometimes the signs point you in a different direction.
There have been a few of them (and no, they’re not the BlogHer team doing a good job at marketing!). And one day I knew it: I want to go. I need to go. I’m meant to go.
So I’m going.
I’ve told my inner introvert to suck it up and I’ve agreed to room with 3 (possibly 4?) other women I’ve never met. This means no room of my own to escape to when I need a break. This means leaving any shyness at home and letting strangers see what I look like first thing in the morning. It might mean abandoning my usual hotel-room tradition of using the close-up mirrors to examine my pores and pluck my eyebrows. (But probably not.)
I’m also going to attend a Pathfinder day, where I’ll get to participate in a workshop with one of my idols on using your blog as a life changer.
The experience might be life-changing. It might be fun. I’m definitely going to learn something. So no matter the outcome it will be worth it.
I will find alone time when I need it. But I’m expecting to find a lot of other things I think I need more.
It’s been a good week. And in honour of that good week, I give you something very, very happy.
This is the first time my little man walked across our living room. His first steps, more or less. He had taken a few here and there and one weekend morning we got up and it was time. I set up the camera, pointed him at it and let him go.
He was walking before I even put him down. Little feet moving, like a duck under the water, figuring out how it works. Going. As soon as he hit the carpet he was off.
Look at his face. He knows what this is about. He going to do it. Is doing it. Is LOVING it.
And he gets all the way.
