When did I become a flower lady? Flowers and weeds seem to have replaced the rust and abandoned building photography I’d been so excited about just a couple of summers ago. But, with so much beauty all around me, I can’t help but stop and capture it when I’m out on my photo walks.
Shadow of the Fly
Macro Monday (Kind of)
These little suckers won’t sit still long enough to get a decent photo! Even when they are perched on a petal, it’s still really difficult to get a good photo. When I tried to get closer, they were off before my camera even had a chance to focus. Any suggestions on how to conquer the bees?
And yes, I realize it isn’t Monday, but yesterday was a holiday. So, today feels like a Monday. Kind of.
Get a Little Closer
My request for a macro lens was granted, if only for a few days thanks to Jen, of Jen Martin Studios (go check out her website, she’s really good!!), who saw my blog post.
I learned that macro photography requires a steady hand, great lighting, and quick shutter speed. My objective was to get more of the detail on the flower I posted last week. However, since it seems to be really windy here all of the time, it was hard to get a shot that didn’t turn out blurry. This one was my best attempt.
I Need a Macro Lens
This is as close to the flower as I could get with my 18-200 mm before it refused to focus. So, I guess I now save my pennies and get a good macro lens. And a flash. The list goes on. It’s times like this I get a little upset about the money spent on my return trip to Ireland, but then I have to shake it off. All things in time…Patience has never been a virtue of mine.
I need a calm blue ocean. I need to find a quiet place where the “function of x” is irrelevant and algebra is frowned upon. Surely that Utopia exists?
Driving home last night, I tried to find the silver lining in actually (gasp) having to study. I remember last year how I spent hours and hours capturing ordinary, even ugly things with my camera in an attempt to find their beauty. As I browsed through old photos after class, I re-discovered this flower growing from a cracked foundation. I had a moment of peace as I realized, beauty can grow out of ugly things.
Math is an ugly, cracked foundation in my brain. I didn’t pay attention when I was younger and didn’t have the best teachers, and as a result I never nailed the basics. But, out of seemingly nothing, I’m sure something incredible can blossom as new neural connections form. I’m stretching a little here, but maybe as I look for what’s beautiful in the formulas and patterns, it will look less ugly to me.