Today I'm thankful for unexpected blessings.
We got around this morning, all set to take the kids to Silver Dollar City.
However, just south of Buffalo, the Jeep died on us. So the rest of the afternoon was spent calling my brother for a ride, and getting things in order to pick up the poor Jeep. Thank goodness for the local U-Haul.
I had challenged myself to take photos using my little Nikon Coolpix 4600 today (the above photos are with my Nikon), but I just couldn't stay away from my DSLR. (It's like an appendage to me.) My little point and shoot doesn't do too badly, however . . .
I can definitely tell the difference in my photos, when I switch from one to the other.
Of course, there really isn't any comparison in my eyes. I love my Canon . . .
although I'd still like to play around with a Nikon, in the D.S.L.R. variety.
My passion for taking pictures, has expanded the way I view things. I notice details that would otherwise get overlooked, and I sense the moods and emotions of those I photograph. This in itself is a gift.
This turtle for instance was a bit afraid of me at first; hesitant and on guard, yet not willing to back down unless he felt threatened. He must have sensed that I wasn't going to hurt him, after the first 15 photos. lol
And although I'm far from mastering manual exposure mode, sometimes there is nothing that gets the job done better.
After Dave and Eli got home from picking up and dropping off the Jeep and the U-Haul trailer, my mom came over to take both kids for a visit. Dave and I thought it was a perfect afternoon for doing a little target practise on our little range.
A bucket full of ammo . . .