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Sorry, faithful readers, all two of you--I haven't posted in a while.
Last week we were busy with preparations for and the photo shoot of Space's wedding in Devil's Lake on the solstice. We went up on Wednesday night and camped in the Ice Age campground--our first trip alone with the new pop-up, and for that matter, the first time we'd camped just the two of us, not planning to meet any other friends to camp with us. We were so excited to find, in the little concession a half-mile from our campsite, a gas-burner toaster for all of five bucks. So Thursday morning we perked coffee and made toast with my fabulous (excuse the vanity, it's true) Rustic Italian Bread. Except I brought a crummy knife, which mushed my bread more than sliced it. Pissed. I won't do that again. But, there was peanut butter for the toast, and it was good.
At about noon, we started to get ready for the outdoor wedding. Jim thankfully showed me a few settings on his D200, but ya can't learn it all in a day. BUT, I did Know when I was taking a lousy photo, that I could have done something about it, if I'd only remembered what to do! (Hot light in the background, subject's gonna be dark--pop quiz, whadda ya do? eek, now I can't remember, is it aperture mode and kick it down a stop? dangit) AND I was able to translate some of what Jim had taught me to my little Canon point-and-shoot, it was cool! Another light bulb went on for me recently, about larger aperture and shallower depth of field, I could finally make sense of it. But I must confess I just had to look at my little Nikon guide to be sure. I'd apologize, but why? Because I'm learning? Get used to it.
Anyway, I meant to talk a bit about the wedding, that I got some great shots (and some not great shots) and had a pretty great time at the reception. We were well hydrated--very important, as I've found. There was some rain, but it waited till we were all indoors at the recetpion. Then it stopped, and then it started again when the party moved to the group campsite. I was not sad at all to leave that site to return to our dry and cozy pop-up! It was a long day and a lot of work, but we had a great time overall.
Still in school, and after turning in two really sucky 110s, I think I turned in a successful one today. My poor fingers get so confused when they get stressed, when the pressure's on. They just plain forget where they oughta go, especially in the inflected endings, -S, -T, -L, -G, -D and -Z; although it really seems to be that those inner fingers are stronger and the pinkies just go to hell on both hands. It'll come. I'm glad I'm not fighting for my 100's like I was this time last year. That sucked.
What also kinda sucks is that I think my baking job is over. I keep deluding myself, thinking that maybe I could keep a few hours somehow and still survive in school. But I'm now thinking that maybe that's a little selfish. The whole reason I went into this new field was to get out of the old one, to get away from that job. Yes, it's cushy; yes, I get flex-spending. I think the fear about leaving the old job is just that: fear. Scared to move from something I'm competent at, to something I only have minimal ability to do right now. I question myself every day, "What the hell am I doing? Can I really do this, do I want to do this?" Until I can come up with a good solid "no," I think I keep plugging. Maybe I can find some part-time work that doesn't feel like work. There's so much that I just don't know right now (okay, always there are don't knows). And I think that's the biggest reason to keep plugging. That whole "do something every day that scares you." Doin' it, livin' it.
Last but not least, I am so jazzed about this video. Jamiroquai's (Don't) Give Hate a Chance.
Thanks for reading, hope I've wasted enough of your time. Now go back to work!
Last week we were busy with preparations for and the photo shoot of Space's wedding in Devil's Lake on the solstice. We went up on Wednesday night and camped in the Ice Age campground--our first trip alone with the new pop-up, and for that matter, the first time we'd camped just the two of us, not planning to meet any other friends to camp with us. We were so excited to find, in the little concession a half-mile from our campsite, a gas-burner toaster for all of five bucks. So Thursday morning we perked coffee and made toast with my fabulous (excuse the vanity, it's true) Rustic Italian Bread. Except I brought a crummy knife, which mushed my bread more than sliced it. Pissed. I won't do that again. But, there was peanut butter for the toast, and it was good.
At about noon, we started to get ready for the outdoor wedding. Jim thankfully showed me a few settings on his D200, but ya can't learn it all in a day. BUT, I did Know when I was taking a lousy photo, that I could have done something about it, if I'd only remembered what to do! (Hot light in the background, subject's gonna be dark--pop quiz, whadda ya do? eek, now I can't remember, is it aperture mode and kick it down a stop? dangit) AND I was able to translate some of what Jim had taught me to my little Canon point-and-shoot, it was cool! Another light bulb went on for me recently, about larger aperture and shallower depth of field, I could finally make sense of it. But I must confess I just had to look at my little Nikon guide to be sure. I'd apologize, but why? Because I'm learning? Get used to it.
Anyway, I meant to talk a bit about the wedding, that I got some great shots (and some not great shots) and had a pretty great time at the reception. We were well hydrated--very important, as I've found. There was some rain, but it waited till we were all indoors at the recetpion. Then it stopped, and then it started again when the party moved to the group campsite. I was not sad at all to leave that site to return to our dry and cozy pop-up! It was a long day and a lot of work, but we had a great time overall.
Still in school, and after turning in two really sucky 110s, I think I turned in a successful one today. My poor fingers get so confused when they get stressed, when the pressure's on. They just plain forget where they oughta go, especially in the inflected endings, -S, -T, -L, -G, -D and -Z; although it really seems to be that those inner fingers are stronger and the pinkies just go to hell on both hands. It'll come. I'm glad I'm not fighting for my 100's like I was this time last year. That sucked.
What also kinda sucks is that I think my baking job is over. I keep deluding myself, thinking that maybe I could keep a few hours somehow and still survive in school. But I'm now thinking that maybe that's a little selfish. The whole reason I went into this new field was to get out of the old one, to get away from that job. Yes, it's cushy; yes, I get flex-spending. I think the fear about leaving the old job is just that: fear. Scared to move from something I'm competent at, to something I only have minimal ability to do right now. I question myself every day, "What the hell am I doing? Can I really do this, do I want to do this?" Until I can come up with a good solid "no," I think I keep plugging. Maybe I can find some part-time work that doesn't feel like work. There's so much that I just don't know right now (okay, always there are don't knows). And I think that's the biggest reason to keep plugging. That whole "do something every day that scares you." Doin' it, livin' it.
Last but not least, I am so jazzed about this video. Jamiroquai's (Don't) Give Hate a Chance.
Thanks for reading, hope I've wasted enough of your time. Now go back to work!
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