I have really enjoyed watching the Canadian geese fly over me as I'm driving here and there and have always thought it would be fun to take pictures of them in flight before they turn into little dots in the sky. Unfortunately, I never seem to have my camera in the van. But just a few days ago my luck changed, or so I thought. As I was driving home, a flock of feese had just taken flight over me and I remembered I had the camera in the van and quickly pulled over. Unfortunately, the time it took to pulled over, dig the camera out of the case and focus the camera, the geese were already little dots in the air. Better luck next time, right? So after I got back into the drivers seat (with my camera still in hand) I realized I didn't shut the van door. I tired a couple of times to shut it, but my camera bag was in the way. As I was reaching around to move the camera bag out of the door way, I missed the strap and my hand hit the door itself. A scream came out as I felt pain instantly. I broke a nail! It throbbed all the way home and all night long. All I was trying to do is take a few pictures of flying geese and I come home with pictures of the worst nail break I have ever had. As I said before, I sure hope I have better luck next time!
(this post is dedicated to my Dad!) My Dad absolutely loves taking pictures of his family and I have to admit, had it not been for him and his obsession with his camera, I wouldn't have any pictures of my children when they were babies and in their younger years. But for some odd reason, when his camera comes out, smiles turn into frowns and the panting, grunts and sighs begin! Dad doesn't take just one picture, he takes tons and even experiments with different settings and says, "Just one more picture!" There are times that he will call for pictures when we are literally walking out the door! It reminds me of when we were growing up when he would whistle at us driving away and shout, "Don't forget to check the oil!"
On this occasion, Dad did give us fair warning tbefore we went to bed that he would like to take some pictures in the morning at 7:45am before we left for school. I'm not sure if we were all awake, but in 10 minutes, we were able to get a couple of half-smiles, a grunt or two and the ole "sigh" before we had to rush out the door to get Forrest to his semester exam, which was over an hour's drive away.
In hindsight, the ritual we go through for Dad's pictures every time we visit is hilarious and it has become part of family tradition for years. We just accept that our looks along with our attitudes will be forever captured in the moment on Dad's camera and that he will always ask for one more picture! I love you dad, tj
I'm finally moving towards owning my own painting company, after wanting one of almost 25 years. I've been gaining experience of painting for others for years, which I've truly enjoyed. I'm back in school, earning another degree, but this time in Business. By having the knowledge of the behind the scenes in business, I feel I'll have a greater advantage in direction I'm headed. I look forward to overcoming obstacles and moving toward my goal of being a successful business owner. The purpose of the blog is to track my progress, from overcoming my fears, to tracking my successes.