Princess Sophie
Poor Keira. Every time I tell her I'm going out shooting she does a massive and dramatic pout because she wants to come along real, real bad. Maybe one day she'll be lucky enough to have a friend that'll let her spend hours upon hours designing and re-designing his site - 3 different times -, before telling you that he wants a photoblog and then a month later telling you the photoblog he wanted didn't work and he wants a NEW photoblog... all for an afternoon of listening to his big mouth bitch about work and how much he longs for Seattle. Just you wait little Keira. One day you too can have such a friend!
For this particular outting we had Dave come along as a special guest. I don't think he realizes just how lucky he was to be allowed in to our cool group of photography-ho's. For one thing he hasn't spent NEARLY enough money on this stupid hobby yet. Sure years ago he might have bought a 10 lb. metal camera 12 years ago... but as Miss Janet says, "What have you done ... lately?" A very special privilege indeed. Truth be told, the real reason Steve and I brought along Dave is because he knows things. Things about f-stops and speeds of various shapes and sizes. I learned ONE thing on Tuesday afternoon, and if only for that one reason I'm happy he came along.
I told the guys I'd pick them up after work, which was basically my big excuse so to stop off at home and put on a tank top, jeans, and sandals before heading out in to the 90 degree weather. Always thinking, this one. You can't turn your back on me for even a second!
Overall the outting was fabulous. I'm pleased with how my pictures turned out but am slightly miffed I don't have a picture of me feeding my little birdie-friend Chipotle burrito. You'd think that the little guy wouldn't enjoy hot sauce, but if you did think that then you would be wrong. Those little guys must have tummy's of steel cuz *my* li'l buddy was diggin' it.
So this was basically us all evening:
Wandering around town with our equipment, doing lots of pointing, lots of looking up, and best of all making a *lot* of suburbanites uncomfortable when the lens was pointed at them. And there's nothing I like more than making suburbanites uncomfortable. It is my special gift. There was also the occasional (male) tourist who would stop and ask if we were photography students at the University. It pleases me to think that a near-28 year old can still pass for 22. It must be my beaming personality, of course! Alternatively, the other half of our species was just looking for a reason to walk past and completely ignore the 2 males of the group in order to talk to the woman in a little white tank top, fitted jeans, tinted sunglasses, and sandals who also happened to have wavy brown locks flowing down her back. I'unno, you figure it out.
Sadly, this is the most action that Dowager Nina will be seeing for a while. Sophia (my new Nikon D70) will be here soon and with youth comes beauty, attention, and a 1 GB memory card. I can hardly contain my excitement and have quickly found most of of the emails coming in to and going out of my Inbox have to do with either the D70 or the Canon DSLR Rebel XT. You see? I can't even blog properly without gushing about my new camera!!! I'M SO EXCITED I COULD JUST PEE IN MY PANTIES A LITTLE BIT!!!
My next hobby will be something cheap. Like playing jacks. Or hopscotch. Because Sophie must officially mark the end of the expensive-hobby-having-era and the dawn of the, "How in the HELL am I gonna organize my photoblog now that I have photos of such a kick-ass quality to post?" conundrum. I won't get in to it, but I have issues with my photoblog. So while Keira is attempting to keep on the wagon for the next 7 days, I'll be riiiiiiight next to her promising all of you not to talk about Sophie for at least a week.
Or until I get her. You know, whichever comes first.
Comments
*Gush* You captured me so well. */Gush*
And I taught you something too or did you forget my lesson on the manual shutter speed settings. If you did that might be grounds to complain for another blog. ;-)
Steve, I don't think it matters what I say or don't say - you'll always complain. There's pretty much nothing I can do about that.
Well, I have to say it is very nice to have friends that enjoy photography, a hobby I love and I would like to go again if the chance presents itself. I have to make a correction here on your post. My camera is not 10 pounds. It is more like 3 pounds and that is because it is an all metal construction, very durable and it’s a semi professional rig that being the Nikon 8008s. I love my old beast but I have been eyeing the Nikon D70 as well.
I do know quite a bit about f-stops and special tricks for capturing shots so any time you need advice please ask. However most of my advanced photo knowledge is applied when ignoring the readings the built in sensors report and (ideally using a hand held light meter) checking out an area by using your own instincts. This approach takes a great deal more time and is best applied when working on a specific area you want to capture and not just casual roam and shoot. It also takes a great deal of pacience.