My iPhone 5SE — though it takes good photos in the general range — has limited focus in the zoom. Yep. I have a real camera but it doesn’t fit in the back pocket of my jeans and that seems to matter to me more than getting good photos at a distance.
I’m not a camera person. My dad was. One of my exes was. I don’t like fussing with things, but I know that for people who DO like cameras, their attachments and the results, none of that is “fussing.”
My first camera was my dad’s then (1958) state-of-the-art Kodak and he spent a lot of time teaching me how to compose a photo. The camera didn’t have any attachments (except to my Dad and me, ha ha). In terms of range, it was the equivalent of my phone’s camera. I gave it as a thank you to my realtor in California when I moved away. She has a beautiful collection of antique (huh?) cameras.
In other news, I got back the paper proof of the hiking book yesterday and they loused up the colors on the cover, everything shifted to red. I have complained but also uploaded the book with a competitor. We’ll see. I’m not even planning on selling this book so I maybe I should not care (but I do). I guess I’m willing to fuss with this. 🙂
Our “hike” yesterday was into the larger part of the slough and it verged on spectacular. Acres and acres of wetlands with trails running through them — bike trails, I think, considering the distances. I saw egrets and a heron along the water’s edge and on the trail a garter snake digesting his meal of grasshoppers. I’m going to take my bike once I’ve confronted the guilt I will feel leaving the dogs at home.
So long until tomorrow.