It’s funny. To have my friends tell it, I am a wizard with technology. Buy me a piece of technology and SNAP I am using it within the hour. That is until you buy me a camera. Then, after several hours of swearing, my teenage son will pry it from my red angry hands and spend, oh what, about three seconds figuring it out. “Mom, it’s easy – just watch…” Yeah, well bite me and guess what? Santa is me.
Since California is burning with wildfires and hot like a rejected redhead on PMS, we decided today to take a break from the smoke and 100 degree heat and head off to the Pacific Ocean, which is 30 minutes from our home. You know, because really, I wished I was back at my last job getting reprimanded over someone moving a stapler or the fax machine drinking toner too fast. Working for the Symphony makes the idea of having fun seem like a sin by their uptight, unhappy with life standards. So the thought of enjoying some time off completely escaped me until the sky filled with so much smoke that I developed a sexy smoker’s voice and Brian and me lost 10 pounds from sweating in our NON air conditioned home. Suddenly it hit me:
What a great excuse to prove to a teenager that mom still has a small portion of a brain left that I can use to drive, find fun and “point and click” a camera. He’s in shock.
Of course I must annoy Boonie-the-dog by snapping photographs as soon as we set the blanket down. Can you tell by the expression on her face that she is at the age of “teenage” in dog years? She’s a girl, so I am getting the “Do you REALLY have to do that? You are embarrassing me and other dogs are staring” look.
I was thinking I was all that until I took this photo and realized an hour later that there is a black and white icon on the camera and this is what happens when you press that button. Watch out … Ansel Adams here I come…
I’d like to say that I intended for the lens not to be open when I took this photo, or that this is me looking through a fence, but no I actually tried to take a cool shot faster than the camera was ready. Kinda reminds me of my past sex life.
So there you have it … my photos are officially back on my blog. With a real camera no less. No more camera phone photos. Please, wipe your tears … I know how much you will miss those blurry, thumb in the middle, heads and feet cut off photos.
OK, well forget this one. I guess one has to wait for the camera to be ready before one attempts to snap a photograph. Some parts of my photography inability remains even though I have a new camera.
If you hate be for getting to go to a beautiful northern California beach, please know that I am sunburned as a lobster though if it’s any consolation.
Until next time-
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