Ever since high school I’ve loved the idea of being a photographer, having one of those fancy camera’s with the removable lenses. Day dreams of traveling the world while taking pictures of waterfalls and capturing something worth a thousand words peppered my thoughts throughout the years.
Finally, at the age of 43 fate has found favor on me and now I can take all the pictures I want. Thanks to a co-workers wife who was willing to part with her first DSLR, a Nikon D5100. She gave me a few tips and has been advising me on things I may need and what to look for as I embark into this new world of photography.
She suggested I get a 150-300 lens, because it’s the most used and versatile and good for a starter. Work my way up? nah, that’s too logical, I wanted get the big zoom, the super-duper zoom. Thankfully she talked me out of getting an 800 mm manual, eeeeks, but I just couldn’t let go of getting that zoom… and Mitch my love helped me to achieve it! So now I have a 150-600 mm with auto focus and I don’t know what the heck I am doing. There is so much to learn, and it’s overwhelming, frustrating and intimidating. I know learning it will take time, but to be honest with you I’m impatient when it comes to the time it takes to learn this, I want to just know it, for it to miraculously happen, I mean can’t I just be a “natural” at it? So far, all the things I’ve read and watched are not sticking…nothing.. big fat blank brain. Ok, I exaggerate, I do know there’s ISO, aperture, ..and another one, but still I can’t understand what they do and I even watched a video about water being the light and the measurement of it. It just seems too science like, the text book world of stuff I just don’t get.
It brings me back to when I was a child and wanted to learn how to crochet from my mom. I only wanted to learn when I was sick and stuck on the couch, because I couldn’t go outside and play. I would try, and try and after what seemed like forever, without any real success, I would breakdown crying from frustration. The next time I wanted to learn was….yep, when I was sick and stuck on the couch. My mom finally taught me how to crochet when I was in my 20’s, her breast cancer had returned and we knew it was now or never. I stood behind her with a video camera, she crocheted with her left hand while I taped her teaching me and she got me a book for left handed people. Then it finally clicked.
Today, Christmas eve 2017, Mitch took me with him to deliver some packages, and it was try number two with my new lens. It was a beautiful freezing day and the hawks were out ready for me to capture some great pictures.
Maybe I should start with my tripod because capturing them in the sky, not as easy as it looks. Shoot, even when they’re sitting on the post, the pictures are a bit fuzzy.
So of course, I managed my frustration in all the child like ways I did when I was trying to learn how to crochet, I pouted, I complained, I had a little pity party for myself making a sad comment about how dreams are meant to stay that way because the reality of them sucks! and then of course I topped it off with tears. After my ten minute fit, I thanked Mitch for just listening, letting me vent and we decided to stop by the Veterans Cemetery to take a few pictures.
I swapped out the monster lens for a little fella and as we pulled up near where we had the service for Pops I felt a surge of sad. I miss my dad, and it’s my first Christmas without him. As I looked around at the sparkling beauty of the day, I realized that each of the headstones have a wreath.
What a special tribute to our veterans, the stoic uniformity of loved ones passed, adorned with a holiday remembrance. I felt compelled to capture that moment, so I took a few photos.
As I was walking back to the car, I looked at my last photo and instantly I knew my dad was saying,” hi baby girl, I love you!”
What a great gift he gave me, to envelope me with the his unconditional love, giving me a sign, just when I needed it most. I thank the good Lord for always knowing my heart, and making sure I see what really matters in life.
Its Christmas time
stuff is swell
God is GREAT !
Thank you for
your greatest gift,
Happy Birthday Jesus!