Photo Club today. You may think it’s all fun and games at photo club, but actually…
…well, actually it is all fun and games. See?
This is Scott. Today he planned to teach us how to photograph Things In Motion, so he brought some balls to Photo Club. Gerhard asked him, “Can you juggle those?” Scott said he could, but he was a little rusty. Tennis balls were flying everywhere, bouncing off people’s heads. Well, not really, but they might have been.
Apparently we had a failure to communicate. Scott kept juggling and juggling…and juggling. Gerhard and I took a few pictures and quickly lost interest. But Scott kept juggling. Finally, after juggling forever he gasped out, a little desperately, “Didn’t you get the shot yet?”
Gerhard and I looked at each other.
“What? What shot? Oh! Yeah, yeah! We got the shot! Thanks for juggling…”
But Scott wasn’t the only one having fun. After all the juggling, it was Gerhard’s turn to roll the balls around on the table while we took pictures. Obviously, Gerhard was having a great time.
After Photo Club I went in search of a shirt.
This one is hideous. What’s up with the round shadow just where the belly button should be? It’s disturbing. I left it at the store where it could disturb some other woman.
This next one seemed to fit well until I tried taking a picture and then it hitched up. I will not buy clothes that I can’t take pictures in. Earlier at Photo Club we thought we’d have to lie on the floor to take the pictures of the balls rolling around. Scott asked if we were all dressed in clothes we could lie on the floor in.
I assured him I only buy clothes I can lie around on the floor in. You never know when you’ll have to lie on the floor to get The Shot.
I didn’t buy this shirt because I can’t be tugging on my shirt every time I take a picture.
I grabbed this off the rack, thinking it was a sweater. But once I got in the dressing room, I realized it was a cape with a hood. As you can tell, I look goofy in capes. And I look goofy without bangs. Left it in the store, too.
These sweaters were nice and they sure aren’t gonna hitch up when I take pictures.
I couldn’t decide on a color, so I took a picture of both of them hoping that by looking at the pictures I could make a decision.
I liked the stripey one best. The plain one shows every little wrinkle in my pants and is distracting. Bought the stripey one.
Everyone needs a flannel shirt. These flannel shirts are at Old Navy. They’ve been there since 1994. It says so on the label. I wonder if I’m supposed to be impressed that Old Navy has been selling flannel shirts since 1994.
I’m not impressed. I’m depressed. It makes me feel old. I mean, are they inferring that, “Shooooeeee! We’ve been selling flannel shirts for a loooong time! Ever since nineteen ninety-four! That’s, like, forever!”
Wasn’t ’94 just last week?
I don’t like this one. I think it’s the color.
Yes, it’s the color. Because this is the same shirt, but in blue and I like it.
Got home to find Darling Husband and the boys ready to head out to JJ’s Hibachi Buffet.
JJ’s decorated their tables with little bamboo plants. While most of the other diners were up getting food from the buffet, I sat on the floor to get a picture of the plant. (I told you so. You just never know when you’ll have to lie on a floor to get the picture.) It’s a little blurry, but the other diners came back so I had to get up off the floor. I’ll try again another day.
Here’s another picture of the plant from a different angle, which didn’t require lying on the restaurant floor.
Hmmm. I wish I’d focused on the part of the spiral that’s closest to the camera. Well, I guess we’ll just have to go back to JJ’s so I can try again!