And then there was nothing to take pictures of.
I'm not buying things to prepare for the Deuce, but somehow I could handle the idea of buying a new camera. It's not quite the same as pastel colored baby clothes, you know? So David did his research, comparing prices and camera reviews and even interviewing the photographer who came to his school to take pictures of the kids to see what kind of camera he would recommend.
And we finally decided on a camera and spent almost the equivalent of a mortgage payment on it.
So in the last couple of weeks, we've been trying to figure out how to use it. It came with a DVD that is 86 minutes long. However, it took us almost an hour to get through the first little bit of it because I kept having to pause and rewind so we could figure out what the hell the cheerful guy in the coral button-down shirt was talking about. Where is that button? How do I move from one selection to the next? Should we have read the manual first?
(Answer to that last question is yes.)
Mostly we know that it will take a lot of trial and error, so I've ordered a book that my cousin recommended, and for now we're just trying to use the camera as much as we can. We've pretty well mastered the different auto-settings, so really it's just a matter of figuring out the manual settings.
Anyway, as part of our figure-out-how-the-hell-to-use-this-thing project (and to make ourselves take pictures with something besides our cell phones), we decided to each do this 30 Day Gratitude project from Pinterest.
And yes! I will be posting this every once in a while over the next month! Because there's nothing more exciting than looking at some newbie's amateur photography attempts! (Except perhaps hearing about their Couch to 5K progress, which I assure you, should I ever decide to undertake, will NEVER get mentioned on the blog, no offense to anyone who is progressing from the couch to a 5K--it's a worthy goal, it's just not one I'm interested in reading or writing about).
This post is the First Edition of Photo Op. Please note that none of these pictures will be edited or Photoshopped because OMG people that's a whole 'nother class/book/effort that I have not yet undertaken. So you're getting them straight from the memory card. Do not expect them to demonstrate photo skillz, either. The fact that we're just using a camera again is really a big step for us.
One thing I've discovered in this project is that there's some pleasure in documenting these little things, and I try to choose things I really do feel grateful for each day.
1. Favorite(ish) Food
|Sugar Snap Peas: BEFORE (they are the vines growing along the back and right side of the garden)|
|Sugar Snap Peas: AFTER|
OK, this one is kind of a lie because although I do really enjoy sugar snap peas, I definitely would not say they are my favorite food (not when compared to popcorn, salted caramel gelato, caprese salad, etc.). But they are a food. And we are eating a shit ton of them, because we are growing a shit ton of them. In fact, judging by the number of sugar snap peas in our garden, you would think that we were feeding the Duggars instead of the two of us. But I'm glad we have a garden growing so many fresh veggies, and I'm even more grateful to have a husband who prepares dinner each night.
|D's smile (and the neighbor's hydrangea bush)|
|Cooper's smile (anticipating a chew)|
|Is there anything happier than a dog rolling in something nasty? I don't think so. This is Cooper in gleeful ecstasy.|
|Specifically, mint leaves. |
|Not sure if honeysuckle counts as leaves, but David took this photo and I was impressed.|
|David in action on the mound.|
I looked at the Gratitude Photo Project on day 6 (it hangs on our fridge because we are nerds like that) and groaned to David, "We'll never be able to do today's photo! We just don't have the material for it!" Because I am the world's most hilarious wife. Then I took this picture.
|That is Cooper's butt. He is head-first in the middle of our compost bin. Which obviously needs some repair. Naughty dog. I knew he was into trouble when I called him to get a treat and he didn't come running. He didn't even hear me sneak up on him.|