Country Weekend

— Visiting the open sky

A volatile Saturday followed by a smooth Sunday

I thought I'd take my dslr camera out this weekend. Hadn't used it for a while but after this weekend, it's clear: I'm terrible at photography and I'm never going to get better.

I just can't get anything to look the way I want. Sometimes things work out, but that happens one in a hundred days.

When do you give up?

Poppies were all in bloom. The petals look like orange tissue paper.

It was chilly enough on Saturday for me to wear a sweatshirt.

Sunday was entirely sunny and hot.

I don't want to continue collecting bad photos. I don't want my husband to have to stop walking so I can take photos. I don't want to edit bad photos on my computer.

It's strange to desire a skill that I don't want to work on. I feel compelled to take photos because it helps me document. I just wish they'd come out more often to photos I'm proud of.

I guess I'm a complainer today.

The weekend: drama in getting there and tasting the first summer strawberries.

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