A moment of gleeful materialism
I’ve spent a good part of this evening playing with my new favourite thing. On the outside, oh-so-pretty. But it’s even better on the inside:
Ta da! Camera bag! With enough space for this writer/mommy/amateur photographer to pack around a notebook, snacks for a hungry preschooler and my Rebel XTi. A huge thank you to the amazing family members who tracked down the perfect Christmas gift and made it happen. I am so lucky. You can find this and other beautiful camera bags at Epiphanie.
I ended up with a few nice ones. However, organizing my 200+ duck images and trying to find five that worked for my assignment was a bit laborious. While I worked, I heard my family out in the front yard, playing with the bubble machine my daughter got for her birthday. Naturally, I had to go take more pictures.
I figure photography is a lot like writing. When your subject fascinates you, it shows in the final product. If there’s no love, that shows too. When I began writing I didn’t intend to write fantasy. But magic and oddness always crept into my stories. I stopped fighting it a long time ago. I write what excites me. I think I’ll do the same with photography.
I’m taking a photography class, something I’ve wanted to do ever since Shane gave me a Canon Eos Rebel XTi two Christmases ago. It’s a fantastic camera, and I’ve not been using it to its fullest potential. To be honest, until two weeks ago I’d never taken it off the automatic setting. I was just pointing and shooting — taking snapshots.
I write stories, most of which contain a fairy or two. On this blog I write about the things that matter to me. When I'm not making stuff up I also love taking photographs. All the photos here are my own. If you're still curious, find out more on my About page.