Stopping a rosebush, I force myself to stand still and stop rocking from foot to foot. Frame the shot, focus the sweet spot, press the shutter. Except my hands just can't stop shaking. The camera picks up every tiny tremor.
Cameras don't lie.
27 August 2007
blurry but beautiful
I wander around in the rose garden pausing to snap photos. For a brief period of time, I'm not looking over my shoulder -- only through the viewfinder. Other than the birds and the cicadas it is quiet. No loud noises. No shouts. Nothing to make me jump out of my skin.
Stopping a rosebush, I force myself to stand still and stop rocking from foot to foot. Frame the shot, focus the sweet spot, press the shutter. Except my hands just can't stop shaking. The camera picks up every tiny tremor.
Cameras don't lie.
Stopping a rosebush, I force myself to stand still and stop rocking from foot to foot. Frame the shot, focus the sweet spot, press the shutter. Except my hands just can't stop shaking. The camera picks up every tiny tremor.
Cameras don't lie.
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Yet you focused on what you needed to focus on and the results speak for themselves. The rest is literally in the background and unnecessary. (i'm a photog, fyi)
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