Mercer Meadows
30 June 2017
I don't know an aperture from an asshole, an f-stop from a doorstop, or, generally, how to do more than point my little pocket camera at something vaguely scenic, hit the shutter, and hope for the best.
Gordon, bless his patient soul, attempted to teach me how to take pictures for real. We went to Mercer Meadows an hour before sunset. The distance between where we stopped for our first photos and where we stopped for our last was maybe 20 yards.
Perhaps a tenth of what he said sunk in. I did learn, though, how many bad pictures I can take in an hour. Here are some of the less bad ones, fresh off the memory card, unadulterated.
No comments:
Post a Comment