About a month ago, my cherished Nikkor 18-200 lens jammed up. Again. Since then I've been using my little pocket Sony which I love for its portability but it's not near the camera I want. Even before the lens jammed, my friend Cory (a professional photographer) had warned me that all lenses eventually wear out and he had sent me a recommendation for an all-in-one camera that he felt would suit me. It has a zoom capacity of 24-600.
Wow! I was tempted. And when I got an editing job that would pay for a good chunk of the new camera, I bit the bullet and made the order. It arrived Tuesday but apart from opening the package to see that it was all there, I left it in the box, telling myself I had to finish the editing job first ( 150 pages to go out of almost 300.)
Friday morning I had about fifty pages to go. I did my morning chores (dress, make bed, laundry, bird feeders, littler box,) got a cup of coffee, and sat down, determined to finish so I could play with my new toy and be ready to take pictures of The Josie's family birthday party today. At 12:20 I wrote my editorial letter and sent it and the marked up manuscript off to the author. A quick late breafast of yoghurt and granola and I was ready to explore. Setting the language and date and time was easy. Attaching the neck strap, less so, but I persevered and then tried taking a picture or two. Something wasn't right. My new camera didn't seem to want to take pictures. It kept telling me LOW LIGHT, even when I pointed it out the window. Oh, no! Disaster!
After I removed the lens cap, things went better.
Some close ups -- still getting the hang of this-- (will read the manual soon, Cory.)
And then I tried some distance shots . . .
They're not especially interesting but the microwave tower atop the mountain and the house in the shot below are across the river from us, probably about two miles away.
Maybe I could have a new career as a PI. Hmm...
Probably best if I stick to the private life of birds.
Mrs. R.B. Grosbeak is not amused.
But what a pleasant afternoon it was!
Layla was happy to pose.
And, as always, there are the flowers. I think the pictures would have been better if the day han't been so windy.
And if the photographer would study the manual. But I had fun.
