OLD DOG NEW TRICK
I’ve been thinking for a while about working on my photography skills – what skills haha – so this Sunday afternoon, I got the manual to Mr. Iknead’s fancy schmancy camera and did a little reading. Really, cameras nowadays (this one, anyway) have a much higher IQ than I do. What I learned mostly was where all the buttons were and what they did. OK, so far so good, photos look pretty good and the Mr. Canon and I are getting acquainted. Next up, transfer pics from Mr. Canon to Ms. Dell, which took me what felt like forever, but really a couple of hours, to figure out, but still, mission accomplished. Final step: Upload to Flickr, which, again, has taken me a couple of hours to figure out, with their fancy new uploader, but again, mission accomplished. Finally, it dawned on me that I needed to update my browser and then, I could drag and drop to my little heart’s content. Done and done. Here’s a few of my first attempts –
I could get into this whole photography thing, like I need another hobby!
BY THE BOOK
My reading/listening is all over the map the past week or so, ranging from Stephen King’s Under the Dome to Annie Dillard‘s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. I started Pilgrim at Tinker Creek yesterday, just a few pages in, but am already enjoying it. She writes about learning to unsee the obvious and find the hidden in nature, which I find compelling, especially when she writes about stillness and the frenetic activity underneath it. Like I said, compelling.
The past few days have been absolutely, positively gorgeous – short sleeve and sandal weather. I’m finally motivated to do something- anything-outside. The sunshine and breeze during my morning walk today felt like such a gift after so many cold, rainy, windy days when I literally had to force myself to just get out of the house. Thunderstorms are predicted for tomorrow, but I’m living in today and it’s lovely. I’m letting tomorrow be tomorrow.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life and see if I could not learn what they had to teach; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. Henry David Thoreau, “Walden“