We’ve been talking about getting into photography for a while, but last week M decided to just go for it. A Canon Rebel showed up on our doorstep the next day, and I really hope you already know that I named it “Camlito” and have been wearing it around my neck ever since (you know, to spare me the indignity of telling you these things). I don’t know how to do a single thing yet, other than turn it on and click the button, but it’s so much fun already. We drove around LA on Saturday, and I just want to apologize anyone who decided to walk down Santa Monica Blvd that day . . . I am the creeper who was taking pictures of you all from the car. Although, I will say in my defense that LA is just one giant ironically dilapidated background surface, and if any of those pedestrians had exhibited the good grace to turn and pose, we could have made magic together. Maybe next time, citizens.
I need all the practice in the world, so that’s what I was doing yesterday while you all were watching Beyonce win the Superbowl. I picked this group of people to hone my skillz on because 1/3 of them are married to me (and therefore can’t get annoyed, right?) and the other two are very attractive and good at holding still.* Which is more than can be said for this guy:
How do pet photographers do this? They must be made of magic. I didn’t even take this one . . . this is all Smash, cooing to him while holding the camera with one hand and a treat with the other. I had chased him like 18 circuits around the apartment and only got awkward tail photos. Apparently, animals can smell fear and inexperience.
They cannot, however, smell crazy, because otherwise he’d be all over these two. This is what I get when I ask for candid photos. (Although, I guess asking for the candid sort of destroys the concept, doesn’t it?)
This is my favorite . . . does it get any more “A Boy and His Dog and His Distracted Friend”? Honestly, I can’t remember whether I took this one or Smash did, but since it’s good we’ll go ahead and assume it’s hers.
I promise I did contribute something to this gathering beyond putting my camera snout up in errybody’s business. I made some food! Look, sweet potato skins in natural light!
Semi-upset that I have to go to work today, because I’m pretty sure it’s frowned upon in the law firm world to walk around photographing everything. Something about “confidentiality” or whatever. It’s fine, though, as long as I can leave before sunset. The woman who sold us our memory card said it holds about 2500 pictures. That should be sufficient for one pretty sky, right?
*Obviously, M is also very attractive, but he told me I’m not allowed to put shirtless photos of him on the blog. Which, fine, but why are you even going to the gym, then? I mean, some people.