As you can see, yesterday was grocery shopping day. Go head. Snicker all you like.
I’m determined to master flash photography. I plan to practice it a little bit every day.
So there I was practicing using my flash on Boy7, which is rare thing. He doesn’t like having his picture taken. In order for him to let me post these pictures online I had to bribe him with bite-sized MilkyWay bars leftover from his Christmas advent calendar.
And halfway through the photoshoot, I noticed that the new headband I bought at the grocery store was popping off my head. I made Boy10 take pictures of my misshapen head and the popping off headband.
Headbands are very frustrating to me. When I tell other women, “My hair is acting up today. What can I do with it?” They often say, “Wear a headband.”
Apparently all the other women on this planet are able to wear headbands to disguise a bad hair day without them popping off their heads. Why can’t I?
And here’s the part where it all comes together so nicely. Follow along:
I posted a photography question on a secret Photo Club page on Facebook. After expressing annoyance at a complicated answer I got, Gerhard wrote to me:
“Just calm down. When someone is trying to teach you things, you have a tendency to half listen and think 2 or 3 steps ahead to “what if I did this or that”. Slow down, you’re thinking too fast. Give ideas time to sink in. Just because we’re digital and seeing our images instantly,it’s still a slow process to learn this craft. Am I being too blunt?”
My first thought was, “What? Surely I don’t have such irritating habits as all that! Not moi!”
But then I read it again, and realized that nestled in his observation was the brilliant explanation as to why my headbands pop off. Read Gerhard’s comments again,
“…and think 2 or 3 steps ahead…you’re thinking too fast…”
Obvious now, isn’t it? The reason why my headbands pop off is because of my enormous brain.
There were thousands of perfectly formed snowflakes everywhere this morning. I threw on my coat over my robe and family sweatpants to take pictures. I didn’t even realize I still had on my Steeler’s hat until the next door neighbor came outside to accuse, “What is that thing on your head?”
Eh, he’ll get over it.
Darling Husband tried to get pictures of the snowflakes on his own with my camera. He observed, “You need a macro lens.” What an amazingly highly intelligent man that I married. He’s very, very smart. And he’s right. I do need a macro lens.