I recently joined a local photography group here in Sacramento because they have regular outings and I’m really bored with nothing to do. And Facebook and Twitter and blogging and Words with Friends and book promoting and socializing and traveling and general housewifing just don’t keep me busy enough.
But seriously, I got a new camera last Christmas and I don’t know how to use it yet and I figured I should learn how before it becomes obsolete next week. It’s a DSLR and before all you camera geeks start blurting out your own favorite brand like you’re at some Supertramp concert screaming requests for your favorite song: “Nikon! Olympus!”, I’m going to tell you that I have a Pentax and don’t really care what you have. This blog is about me me me, remember?
You are, however, allowed to furiously mock me for having a Pentax because I’m susceptible to mocking and I’m very well aware that I’m the only one I know who has a Pentax and you militant types may as well start in on me now and reduce me to tears so that I’ll run to the nearest camera store and exchange mine for whatever YOU have.
So anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I followed a bunch of photographite strangers around town the other day, finally getting off all the AUTO settings, pretending to know what I was doing, and I would like to present my photo essay for you for now.
We walked around downtown, along the trying-very-hard-to-revitalize K Street Mall.
As you can see it was a very bright and sunny day. Perfect for pictures, really.
Of course, there was that moment where we had a brief solar eclipse.
We get them all the time here, actually.
You just wait them out, because the sun will come back again. See?
My husband dubbed this one, “Goin’ off the rails on a crazy train”.
Someone along the way berated me for not having a filter or a anti-glare thingy and then absolutely did not hesitate to tell me I had a smudge on my lens, pointing loudly for all the world to see, the photographer’s proverbial toilet paper on the shoe.
That’s right… pointing loudly.
I was crushed. My fragile ego collapsed. I pouted. I cried.
A nearby homeless woman in a tattered olive green raincoat accompanied me with a tambourine as I sang a melancholy aria of crushing ennui and vowed to eat garden worms. I made 50 cents.
And then I stewed for a while.
And then I changed a few settings on my tragically unhip camera.
And I took a few more pictures.
and trailed far behind the rest of the group to the Capitol building and took a few more pictures…
and then I went home. Away from all those pompous jerks.
I’m going with them again in a couple of weeks for the Fall Color tour.
I can’t wait.