So I have this new camera. A new camera for which I sacrificed my left leg.
Cody told me months ago that he wanted (WANTED!) me to get an SLR if and when he was hired on for a summer position. Something about he “thought I’d be good at it and that it would give me a new sense of fulfillment and satisfaction blah blah blah.”
I think it was more along the lines of “HERE WIFE, SOMETHING SHINY WITH LOTS OF BUTTONS TO TAKE YOUR MIND OFF THE FACT THAT I’M ALWAYS GONE.”
Whatever, I have a camera and I love it.
(For all you inquiring minds, it is a Canon 40D. And yes my b0obs are 34D.)
But here’s the thing. My mom is a photographer and my best friend is a photographer. And I don’t mean photographer in the sense of having a really shiny expensive camera with lots of buttons that they take a lot of pictures with. (Like me, HI!) I mean photographer, photographer. Pay lots of money, published in books photographer.
Me? I had a weekend in Chicago with my mom. This is the extent of my photographic training.
So I do not claim to be a photographer. So if you want to roll your eyes at my attempts go ahead. I think I’m finally over what everyone else thinks of me.
I like my camera. I love the click the shutter makes. I love that I have a hobby that doesn’t involve doing dishes.
So without further adieu, some pictures.