For obvious reasons, I don’t have photos of myself. But H.E. got himself a new camera before we left for Maryland, and he has a few of me, unsuspecting and busy taking photos with my own camera. One of his friends also took a photo of me; at the time, I was playing with a ferret, and the ferret had climbed up to my shoulder and the top of my head, fascinated with my hair. The photo is of the…
Last night H.E. and I went carolling with Steph and friends. It’s a yearly tradition, and I love, love, love going because it’s the only time I ever get to sing any more since I was a soprano in Concert Choir and Vocal Ensemble, back in my college days. This year we actually got to sing “Carol of the Bells” several times. It’s one of those really ambitious pieces that require a bit of courage and know how, and considering…
He looked so lonely and the field so vast, The crow too far for a quick repast. I took the shot with my trusty zoom And never once felt a bit of doom. (Burma Shave) Share this post:
I’m really enjoying my camera and learning a few things from H.E. about shooting. One of the things he has always told me is that if I want to challenge myself sometime, I should try to shoot some soccer action shots. Soccer, he says, like lacrosse, is hard to shoot well. It’s fast moving, relentless, and unpredictable. I’ve seen soccer on TV, and it’s probably one of the most boring sports I’ve ever watched. They always shoot it wide, with…
In the last episode of The Office—a damn fine rendition of the original British show, by the way—the boss starts up a gift-giving-and-taking game of Yankee Swap. This is a game in which everyone brings a gift and puts it under the tree for the giving part, and then all hell breaks loose in the taking part. Once upon a time, in that office in which I found my own personal hell, the big boss, Chert Bitterman—whose name really isn’t…