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Today my friend and I went out to the wildlife preserve ( again ). I played around with the aperature settings and shutter speeds while assisted by my buddy Chuck. He unfortunately dropped his D70 with lense so it is in the shop. He as lent me his tripod also as he will not need it until his camera is back 🙁 for Chuck 🙂 for me. On the serious side the help I have and hope to continue to get from friends internet and personal is so valuable to me. Karoli at odd times signatures and my friend Chuck (scroll down a bit for a pic of Chuck and Jamu in one of their sportscars) have been especially patient with me.

Catfish as taken to turning his head away or showing me the wrong end of the deal everytime I try to take his picture! Annie on the other hand apparently has decided that when a camera comes out if she plays her cards right she will become the center of attention. Not bad for a dog that came to us scared, quiet, withdrawn, and not caring if she got any attention good or bad. She has gone from a 3month old could not care less if your here or gone to a 69 pound lap dog!

The eyes have it tonight:

Just so the cats do not feel left out Cattails:

And Mr. Catfish Ddog:

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This camera thing is getting to me. You all know – more means less. Where was that dial? How did I do that again? Somethings are just not staight foward to my backwards mind. Was that aperture big or number big, was it big is big but ya get less . … consider I am working with less mind wise here. Really, I do know that smaller Fstop# = larger diameter of arperture and less depth of field. But knowing and doing, well apparently my camera and I are not one on this issue. My old camera was wonderful. It was a nice Minolta Maxxium 5000 with some great zoom, telephoto, wide, and closeup lenses I had purchased along the way. But it used oh my gosh – horror – film – that I had to pay to get developed. Smart cookie ( I did mention my backwards mind right?) that I am, I gave it to my roomates nephew and bought this Sony F828.

My Minolta was easy to use. It (not I) took some great pics on automatic. I learned what lense produced what outcome. What settings did what. It was simple. No purple glow around tree brances. We had moments in the forest where we were one. Not so with this dang Sony. Now I imagine you the reader have now figured out that you can put what I know about photography on the head of a pin. Just don’t ask me to take a picture of the pin because the dumb Sony does not have that closeup thing (lense) that will let you nor can you buy one. Nope, once again, no can do. This camera needs an owner that knows what the heck they are doing.

So, here is the F8 picture on a tripod in aperture priority setting so I did nothing but change the aperture setting. The other pics taken the time on total automatic came out normal. I am such a goof. Whatz up with this? I can not duplicate it either. That is the puzzle what if I want to do this again? Catfish says he just moved at the speed of light into focus . … super dog. Maybe he can become one with the Sony.

I am confused easily. DUH

Ok, I did it. Annie thinks she looks silly in dah hat! Karoli at odd time signatures pointed this out to me. You can add a beard too. Ok silly willyness of the day is done.

Annie is my two year old lab. Quite the character she has a garbage gut. Her moto is if it is there eat it! Leave a papertowel unattended – shredded and digested. Drop some people food – gone in seconds – gulp. The only exception as been (until now), she has never ever taken anything off the kitchen counter. I have seen with her front feet up on the counter drooling while looking at some form of food on a platter. She never took the next step – eating that food.

Last night she took the leap. While I was in the living room brushing out Catfish d dog she tasted the forbidden fruit. She ate the fried chicken. Not just one piece, not two, no! – eight pieces. Oh my! Bones and all. A dog eatin chicken bones is not a good thing. A dog the barfs when she gets too much grease that eats eight pieces of bacon grease fried chicken is really not a good thing.

There she lay stuffed to the max.

Of course, it once again is panic time. What do you watch for? Will it be a really bad thing? So, a call to the vet just to find out and hopefully gets some piece of mind. Apparently, this could be no big deal or a really big deal. We wait to see how it all comes out.