Reflections

The water was so still this morning that I decided to look for reflections and practice my shutter speed/ISO capabilities. I was at a peak of frustration last night when I could not figure out how to change the ISO. For once, it seemed crystal clear and simple in the owners' manual…it simply wouldn't happen the same way for me when I did as instructed. OilMan came to my rescue with one simple adjustment. Isn't that always the way it is when dealing with unfamiliar technology? Miss one step, or do it out of order and not only does nothing work, but it is not an intuitive process to figure out what went wrong. It takes a village….

This day began slightly cooler than yesterday, dry and cloudy. Occasionally the rising sun would come out of the clouds and shine brightly for a minute or two and then, just as I did the math, thought about shutter speeds and f-stops and got everything set, it would scurry behind the clouds requiring me to start the whole process over again in reverse. It is tempting to go back to Auto which always seemed to work perfectly well….but my puritan self whispers in one ear that that would be cheating, while my rational self whispers in the other, "what did the puritans know about ISO?" 

I couldn't resist putting the picture of Mr and Mrs Mallard in the extras. Mrs M looks so like I must as I rush out into the driveway, desperation informing my movements, to remind OilMan to buy milk  as his car slowly recedes down the driveway.  I know he will never remember it on his own, it is unlikely that he has his phone with him and more unlikely that if he did remember it, he will hear it ringing in his pocket. He would never forget the beer….