Since beginning this blog, and discovering the wonderful world of photography via other blogs, I have become really keen on developing my obvious natural skills. Take, for instance, this close-up of Woodroffe which I’ve decided to enter it into a ‘worst photo’ competition if there is such a thing. (If there isn’t, perhaps I should patent this idea?) Alternatively, it could be a poster for an up-and-coming horror movie? It’s hard to believe, isn’t it, that this is simply Woody being affectionate with me.
This following photo of Seli is not much better. He seems to be saying, “focus, Julie, focus” Well, I was trying!
I have improved a little I think. This photo of an Emery isn’t bad. Yes, I know I’ve posted it before, but I can’t take anymore pictures, now that the emus have gone, can I.
And Angelina will do handstands, pirouettes, imitate the ‘swan-stance’ – anything at all, including standing very still – to get her photo onto the blog.
So I am thinking of adding the category of ‘photography’ to my blog but that is just as scary as the picture of Woody!
No, wait a minute, I just remembered a scarier thing; last night I took a close-up photo of my own face as an experiment.
Why, why, oh why did I do that?
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So where’s that photo? (running and ducking for cover now…) ~ L
In the trash – hehe!
Yeah, that’s where most of mine are too, LOL!
~ L
I’m sure it was the light but I did look a fright. Unfortunately the memory of that photo is stuck in my head!
I have on I took years ago in B&W that I will share with you. Maybe tomorrow if I can get it scanned and think of something clever to say as a caption to go with it. Warning: It is strangely odd, and yet I like it. 😉
~ L
Looking forward to it!
where is the up close on of your face…….was waiting to see it.
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If it’s any consolation to you, I took a photo of nothing but white ‘nothing’ only a couple of weeks ago. I can assure you I’ve shot worse than that first blurred photo of yours in this post.
I still do it. 20 months after buying that first little camera and over 55,000 photos later, I still take some terrible photos.
I’d like to blame the camera of course, but it’s me, truly it’s me that hits the shutter button by mistake. as I put it down or in the bag ready to walk home. It’s me that forgets to restore the settings back to ‘normal’ after that close-up shot. It’s me that forgot to restore the one focal point on the right to the full 9 focal points. It’s me every time I take an awful photo.
Yes, I went through the stage of taking my photo with the help of my hall or bathroom mirror. I wanted a decent shot for my gravatar. or PhotoBlog page.
But I’m still using a professional photo done for a passport renewal about 1993. In it, I still looked young & sparkling. My eyes were perfectly made up.
So my eye is still my gravatar.
Your last sentence is poetic! Thanks for the consolation.
You just need to improve your art babble and then you don’t need to worry about the photos. For example: ‘ I took this picture of Woody to encapsulate the essential insecurity of woman’s relationship to nature’ and you can add, ‘I believe that to strive too hard for clarity removes the mystery that enhances our life in an otherwise prosaic world’ (to translate: What the ***** is that a picture of?) Throw in a brief but incomprehensible poem and Bob’s your uncle.
My policy is to always blame the light.
I can’t stop laughing – this comment is so fantastic. I will do as you say from now on and speak intelligently about the essential art of my bad photos!
I like the humor you added to this!
Okay but that photo of myself was very unfunny!
Yes to the photo category.
Love Woody, can you send him to me? LOL
No, you may not have Woody!
Did not think so. Can you blame a girl for trying? He is an awful handsome. guy.
Yes he is!