Over the past week I’ve alluded to the flower photography (Hey y’all – I CAN HEAR YOUR COLLECTIVE GROAN. Shuddup.) I did at Grandma’s house (I CAN HEAR YOU AGAIN.) but I’ve held it back from you till now. Because I’m mean and controlling. And I like to pretend that people care.
But no more! No longer shall I sit back, clutching my cards close to my chest (umm…except that everything’s been up on Flickr for ages now). No longer shall I lull myself to sleep thinking happily of how secretive I am, and no longer shall I dream sweet, sweet dreams of my own brilliance.
“It’s like she gets off on being withholding.”
(doooooooood same episode and everything! I think.)
Anyway. So what was I saying?
One of the most basic tenents of photography is: “Any idiot can take a picture of a flower.” And that’s about right. Heck, most cameras even have a special macro mode (picture of a tulip on my D40).
It can make you want to shave your head because you’re SOOOOO sick of red hair blowing into the frame.
(or, uh, just put on a headscarf like I did after about 10 minutes and 146 F-bombs)
(F-bomb is in no way related to F-stops, unless you’re having trouble with aperature, and then F-stops might lead to F-bombs)