Yesterday I did something very brave, I went on a photo walk! All by myself, with 50 other people, but I didn’t know them, so I felt by myself.
I have only had my camera since Christmas so for me the walk was all about playing with the mysterious buttons and looking at the results, not getting great shots. It was also a very different experience not having my girls to point the camera at. Just a lot of dead people, or at least their final resting places because the photo-walk was in Atlanta’s Oakland Historic Cemetery.
I don’t have a high-falutin’ all dancing all singing camera with bits hanging off it, and as Mrs W from Clinically Fed Up mentioned recently, Americans are very confident, but I think for many of them it’s all about the size of their lens and not so much what they can do with it . So by that standard I was screwed from the start – but actually I was wrong, lots of others also had pitifully small appendages and were looking for good advice from the leader so I was not as pathetic as I thought I would be. I’ve already booked myself on the Photo-Walk Across the World on July 24th, why not join me and the 7000 others that are doing it?
I give you a few of my efforts;
I was going for atmospheric, but I pretty much just learned that I can’t hold the sodding camera straight.
I thought the color of these flowers was beautiful, the sudden addition of a bee was a bonus.
People put pebbles on gravestones for remembrance, but it goes back to the days when graves were marked with a pile of stones. Visitors would place a stone on the site when they visited to make sure the grave remained visible.