The things I do for pictures!

Though I’m not the world’s greatest photographer (far from it!) part of my job often involves taking pictures of events I’m at. One thing I’ve learned is the best shots are those that are a little, well… unusual. For the purposes of my job, it’s all about the angle – and I’ve gotten into some strange positions in order to get the shot I want.

Shooters were to slide down the fireman’s pole to retrieve their gun and begin shooting. In order to get decent shots, I was literally crammed in a corner underneath the pole (out of their way, of course) and carefully leaning in and aiming the camera to shoot up the pole as the shooter came down.

Oh yeah - consider the above absolute proof positive that The BF has no butt.

The results? Decent shots, as you can see.
And my entire lower half covered in dust from sitting on the ground as well as the constant onslaught of dust kicked up by the landings.

I’m trying to improve my skills as a photographer, and the old saying goes, practice makes perfect. I’m also still trying to re-learn my way around all the f-stop and shutter speed fun. So, I’m doing a lot of playing with my camera. Taking odd pictures, crawling up on things, shooting from different angles, using different settings, etc. It’s fun and some of the results have been worth the effort.

My dog, on the other hand, simply thinks I’m truly weird, and she wants to know what this strange new growth is…

Weekend fun and follies…

In the process of working on an article for work, completing my Christmas decorations, discovering I had no muffin pan in my house, celebrating my son’s 11th birthday, actually doing laundry (usually, The BF does that), and once again wiping the fingerprints off my stainless steel refrigerator (I will never, ever, ever buy SS appliances again…), oh, and playing around with the photo editing software that came with my camera (sorry, Canon, it ain’t PhotoShop!) somehow, I managed to sneak a few pictures of my kids, find time for a cuppa tea and even to write just because I felt like it. How’s that for a weekend full of fun?

Nope - The Boy is not wearing makeup, it’s just Yours Truly playing with the silly Canon software and B&W pics… Oh, and see, he DOES have a forehead!

The Girl doing the “Don’t Take My Picture” move…

The BF and one Spoiled Ass Dog …

Obviously, I bought a damn muffin pan!

Yes, even I do drink tea on occasion… Sheesh… Note - it is still caffeinated! Ahh…..

Daisy T.C.T.B.M.B.F.H. stars in - Master’s Shadow

We recently attended a wedding out in the middle of the desert. And yes, I mean out in the middle - it was six miles off the paved road, okay? The dog was invited.

Yes, that would be Daisy, The Christmas Tree Ball Munching Boxer From Hell.

Supposedly, the Dog is “mine” - as in, she came with me. As in, I’m the one who did all the house breaking, leash training, puppy Kindergarten, etc.

Then, she met HIM, the BF and as far as she was concerned, I could go fly a kite, so long as I left HER with HIM.

Is this a gaze of doggy devotion or what? (I do have to say - I understand that look… I think I have it too sometimes!)

Note - the “training collar” is because she was going to be around other dogs, in an unfamiliar environment, where pulling, tugging and other “disruptive” doggy behavior are not good things. Also because we were out in the middle of the desert and this little suburban doggy has never been up close and personal with the variety of flora and fauna out there…