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Well, I was going to do some sunrise photography today. However, the clouds that closed in last night were so thick this morning that there were no colors, just a gradual brightening. I did some dawn photography anyway, just to see how it turns out. Heh.
The smell of rain makes it all worth it, though. Lovely, lovely, lovely.
I went on a photography spree yesterday, simply because I still could, and it was muchly fun. (Incidentally, Dad, I can chew through a 128-meg card in 'fine' mode, in under an hour at the Japanese Gardens. Well, it still had room for four images, actually, when I pulled out of the parking lot. To be fair.) Drove around Beaverton intending to find the camera shop Dad told me about (did) and park and take some photos of downtown, possibly even stopping at the camera shop (didn't: there was a rummage sale, a memorial service that had two cross-streets blocked off with city barriers and tape and reserved parking, and a farmer's market all within about six blocks; I fled in fear).
I haven't yet gone through to see which ones turned out. I'll do that soon. On the way home, I stopped at the library and picked up the new Lindskold, Dragon of Despair. Haven't started reading it yet - in fact, I forgot it in my trunk and just had a moment of "eep" when I couldn't find it where the library books go - as there's stuff I want to do this weekend. However, I am on call this week, so sitting around with a book makes an attractive time-filler (as it does any time, really).
Today's stuff-to-do: laundry, trash, clean the kitchen, return camera to Dad, game at 3, update to-do list (sad, innit?), research cameras.
The smell of rain makes it all worth it, though. Lovely, lovely, lovely.
I went on a photography spree yesterday, simply because I still could, and it was muchly fun. (Incidentally, Dad, I can chew through a 128-meg card in 'fine' mode, in under an hour at the Japanese Gardens. Well, it still had room for four images, actually, when I pulled out of the parking lot. To be fair.) Drove around Beaverton intending to find the camera shop Dad told me about (did) and park and take some photos of downtown, possibly even stopping at the camera shop (didn't: there was a rummage sale, a memorial service that had two cross-streets blocked off with city barriers and tape and reserved parking, and a farmer's market all within about six blocks; I fled in fear).
I haven't yet gone through to see which ones turned out. I'll do that soon. On the way home, I stopped at the library and picked up the new Lindskold, Dragon of Despair. Haven't started reading it yet - in fact, I forgot it in my trunk and just had a moment of "eep" when I couldn't find it where the library books go - as there's stuff I want to do this weekend. However, I am on call this week, so sitting around with a book makes an attractive time-filler (as it does any time, really).
Today's stuff-to-do: laundry, trash, clean the kitchen, return camera to Dad, game at 3, update to-do list (sad, innit?), research cameras.
