Well I bought myself a new in-between camera. A Leica. This is my work space last night, trying to find out how it works. It took me 2 hours just to attach the lens hood string to the camera body.
The result of Day 1 – Wussums who was the only victim, sorry, model available. That’s his face of pure loathing with a smidgen of condescension.
Today, I went out and about with my new Leica dangling around my neck at a very low angle (I must get used to that or doctor the neck strap).
The usual chore has to be done. My camera is set on Automatic at present, ie point and squirt mode, as I have still to understand Page 1 of the Manual which is written for those who already attended university studying photography (or is that Medja Studies?)
The usual audience was watching me carefully to check I was doing it right. Helpers, I like to think of them as helpers.
Bozz-Bozz was overly keen to say Cheeeeeeeeese (endlessly)!
Here are a few snaps of my surroundings while Taktur ate his stallion food to make him big-and-strong.
It was a stunning Shetland Spring day, perfect for taking photos so that is what I did all afternoon, finding new buttons to press and just generally playing. Obviously I took you-know-who. She entertained herself by playing in the burn (stream).
This is how good the lens is. Taktur visible.
Taktur where he actually is (the black dot in the distance – no, on the horizon distance in the middle!)
Then I photographed my flowers and scenery in the field. Now I am very proud of that daisy. A test of a good camera, imho, is the single daisy shot.
And then I found this button marked C for Colours and I went mad experimenting. Knocks the socks of Instagram and I can make my house look very scary indeed. I like this button! Loads of potential there.
I see endless mileage with this camera. Small, easy to hold, fun and I need to RTFM! No more mediocrity when it is raining and I can’t take my big camera out. Now I have this Leica (imagery to denote banging my head against a wall here) the world is out there.
But one thing this camera cannot do, which I am very disappointed with and may well be writing to Leica about, is to make BeAnne look beautiful when she has been swimming and then rolled in something unmentionable (depressed, again).