Low light shots are the absolute bane of my existence. I do NOT like the long exposure times. That's impossible for me with musicians because they move so much, unless you are trying to create an effect. I want fast shutter times in live ambient light; high or low.
Damn it. That means another set of settings to change the f/ stop numbers. I need to spend an evening practicing. Maybe I could luck up and catch a storm off in the distance. I could call Billielee and see if she has a distant view. That's out near the Devil's Backbone. (NOT a night ride, because of all the deer.) Nah, I'd be imposing.
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Saturday, August 28, 2010
Catching up
So what was going on a couple of weeks ago? The only way I can describe it is as a full-on Tropical Depression, and not of the weather kind.
For weeks I have been posting about the weather, and everyone asks me, or talks to me about it, not realizing the cliché. (When someone talks about the weather there is usually something personal they'd rather talk about.)
Odd, but I really didn't want to talk about what was going on with me then. So many lessons were being thrown at me. I couldn't keep up with it all.
Bottom line is that I have loved people, but I have not allowed myself to be in love for 12 years. I think I finally understand love like an Inuit understands snow.
I still don't know if I am ready, but I think I am becoming more and more open to it every day. I need to let someone in. I admit that I have high expectations, yet they are in range. It's amazing number of people that a simple rule like "no cheating" offends. LOL I've spent a large part of my adult life with cheaters. You will not get away with it. So, just fess up, leave me my power of choice. That is an issue that I feel very strongly about. I have had people swear on a stack of bibles that I was cheating on them, and it couldn't have been further from the truth. They were actually the ones doing the cheating. In my life there is zero tolerance for finding out about it on my own. Be an adult. If you're even thinking of cheating, finish what is on your plate before you fill up another one, ya know? I think it is the simplest and kindest courtesy you can give another human.
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For weeks I have been posting about the weather, and everyone asks me, or talks to me about it, not realizing the cliché. (When someone talks about the weather there is usually something personal they'd rather talk about.)
Odd, but I really didn't want to talk about what was going on with me then. So many lessons were being thrown at me. I couldn't keep up with it all.
Bottom line is that I have loved people, but I have not allowed myself to be in love for 12 years. I think I finally understand love like an Inuit understands snow.
I still don't know if I am ready, but I think I am becoming more and more open to it every day. I need to let someone in. I admit that I have high expectations, yet they are in range. It's amazing number of people that a simple rule like "no cheating" offends. LOL I've spent a large part of my adult life with cheaters. You will not get away with it. So, just fess up, leave me my power of choice. That is an issue that I feel very strongly about. I have had people swear on a stack of bibles that I was cheating on them, and it couldn't have been further from the truth. They were actually the ones doing the cheating. In my life there is zero tolerance for finding out about it on my own. Be an adult. If you're even thinking of cheating, finish what is on your plate before you fill up another one, ya know? I think it is the simplest and kindest courtesy you can give another human.
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Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Training Days Pt 1
I've been consistent with the way I have trained Bayo. My Mom says that I talk to her like a small child. I agree because technically she is roughly 3 years old mentally. She can be quiet all day then have a melt down over nothing, she only seems to want to talk to me when I am on the phone, a good meal makes her pass out, and it's food in food out. I call meal time "reloading."
I am loving this dog. She is a pure jackass sometimes, but when she is being sweet it is just southern belle drippy sweet. Totally has me wrapped around her finger. Alas, she fell in love with a big black man named Duke. (He is a lab-something huge, probably Great Dane mix, LOL). He makes her goofy.
The funny part is that I feel like I am growing up another step with the way this dog is teaching me about love. Occasionally, you want to play with someone who only barks at you, and other times, you get to be goofy and show your feelings, and still with all the growing, it will still be ok to run to Mama cause she loves you regardless and will keep you safe from the scary kitty.
I am beginning to open up more and it feels good. I had myself in a nasty mood a couple of weeks ago, and just didn't feel like writing about it. I will in time. there are still lessons coming from it.
Oh well time for sleep. If you want to hear about something else, just let me know.
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I am loving this dog. She is a pure jackass sometimes, but when she is being sweet it is just southern belle drippy sweet. Totally has me wrapped around her finger. Alas, she fell in love with a big black man named Duke. (He is a lab-something huge, probably Great Dane mix, LOL). He makes her goofy.
The funny part is that I feel like I am growing up another step with the way this dog is teaching me about love. Occasionally, you want to play with someone who only barks at you, and other times, you get to be goofy and show your feelings, and still with all the growing, it will still be ok to run to Mama cause she loves you regardless and will keep you safe from the scary kitty.
I am beginning to open up more and it feels good. I had myself in a nasty mood a couple of weeks ago, and just didn't feel like writing about it. I will in time. there are still lessons coming from it.
Oh well time for sleep. If you want to hear about something else, just let me know.
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The Steppes of My Mind
This sweet puppy is chasing big dogs in her dreams. She has adopted a new habit of crawling up on the couch with me and napping in the evenings.
It's a totally new experience. She just settles in and passes out. She needs to be touching me with some part of her body, and she likes to bury her head.
The sun is about to come up. I should wake her and take her out to go. She's sound asleep. Part of me wants to curl her up into her house, and call it a night. The other part knows better. She will show her ass until I take her out.
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It's a totally new experience. She just settles in and passes out. She needs to be touching me with some part of her body, and she likes to bury her head.
The sun is about to come up. I should wake her and take her out to go. She's sound asleep. Part of me wants to curl her up into her house, and call it a night. The other part knows better. She will show her ass until I take her out.
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