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In Which I Escape Death at the Hands of Weeping Angels

I’m pretty sure I inherited my love of cemeteries from my dad. I grew up listening to (and loving) stories of my dad spending time in cemeteries all over England doing grave rubbings (not to be confused with grave robbing). Plus, they’re peaceful and usually devoid of people. However, after watching many a Doctor Who episode, my love of cemeteries is tempered by my fear of weeping angels. Oh, and zombies. Since I don’t tend to venture into cemeteries after dark, I don’t really have a fear of newly risen vampires. Is that dumb? Maybe, but I’ll take my chances. (P.S. Vampires that sparkle and walk around in daytime are FICTIONAL.)

Today, the weather was right (read: NOT OVERCAST AND RAINING) and the temperature was bearable, so I went out on a photo excursion to give shooting in full manual mode a go. I’ve skimmed and read a few articles online about shooting in manual and the basics of aperture and shutter speed and came to the conclusion that I just needed to start doing it. I mean, I can read about it all I want, but if I don’t actually put some of this new-found knowledge to use? It’s worthless.

I took 568 photos in about two hours. (I can’t help it. I’m Asian.) I use continuous shooting mode in the hopes that one of those shots will be the one I’m after. It’s both good and bad. Good in that I increase the odds of getting the “perfect shot” and bad in that I end up with a LOT of photos to go through to find the ones I like. Turns out there were 14 that I liked. I think that for my first foray into shooting in manual mode, that’s not too shabby. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)

I’ll be completely honest. I did end up having to do a little editing to most of these photos once I got them on my computer. A good bit of it was straightening them out and cropping them. I would like to be one of those photographers who never has to touch up her photos, but I’m nowhere near there just yet. And I am willing to accept that I’ve got a lot to learn before I get there. If I ever get there. In the meantime, I have the tools to assist me post shot to create the shot I was aiming for. I refuse to feel guilty for needing the aid. Or using it. And until I learn how to create these shots with the camera alone, I’ll take all the help I can get. Besides, sometimes I’m not sure what it was I was trying to capture until I edit the photo. In a way, it’s a kind of learning tool in regard to composition. At least it is for me.

Oak Hill Cemetery

Oak Hill Cemetery (It's Weeping Angel Lite)

While I was out taking photos, there was an older gentleman mowing grass in another part of the cemetery. When he got done, he stopped by to check on me and to suggest in the future that I visit the cemetery when more people are around or with a friend or three.

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"S" is for Safe from Weeping Angels

He was trying really hard to be polite and not insult me and I really did appreciate his concern. But he was worried about unsavory people having their way with me in the cemetery. I was more concerned with whether or not there were any weeping angels in the cemetery and whether or not I had my back to them. Well, that and I was doing my best to make sure I wasn’t standing on anyone’s grave. In case of zombies reaching through the earth to grab me and eat my brains. So that elderly gentlemen and I really weren’t on the same page about, well, anything. But I did assure him that I would leave before the sun went down. Which was my plan all along. (I really didn’t want to add newly risen vampires to my list of things to be afraid of in a cemetery.)

Broken Headstone

Broken Headstone

I love how this little headstone looks like someone moved it to the wall to get it out of the way because it’s broken. It’s almost like it’s waiting to get fixed so it can go back out to play with the other headstones. You know, as headstones do. In a cemetery.

Anyway. Moving along.

My plans for my camera are to shoot regularly, take classes, and have fun. So far I’m off to a pretty good start. Though, I do want to invest in a few more lenses. And a pretty camera bag. Also, an external flash and probably an extra camera battery. Still, I’m off to a good start with the part where I’m taking pictures and having fun.

Oh, and if you like, you can see the rest of the photos I shot over here. Though I should warn you, I did take (more) pictures of the angels. Just don’t look any of them in the eye and you should be fine. Well, except you really don’t have anything to worry about with the headless one.

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Random Tuesday

A lot and not a lot has been going on lately so I really was at a loss and then it hit me. Ramble! Random! And maybe a list or two. And pictures. Lots of random pictures.

1. Our deck. It’s bigger than your deck. You can just eyeball it and tell. There is no need to get out a measuring tape. Seriously. And it’s awesome.

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Fancy Furniture

Next up will be furniture for the deck, but finding something we both like AND can afford…well, it’ll be awhile before the two match up, I think. Turns out we have expensive taste in furniture. Maybe we should petition IKEA to make outdoor furniture.

Big Deck

It Goes on for Days!

I can’t wait to get a table and chairs out here. Al fresco dining! And I’m thinking about getting something along the line of these for the dogs as well so they’ll have their own place outside. Because that big dog bed that’s out there? They won’t share it. Well, they’ll share it… Just not at the same time. Especially if a treat is involved. And probably one of the cat condos will go outside too. Once we put a latch on the door to keep the animals from getting out on their own, the cats will be allowed on the deck again. They love sunning out there. The dogs are easy to bribe with treats and petting and they stay nearby.

2. I saw these in the yard the other day and they made me smile. And think of the Smurf cartoons of my youth. And then I wondered if maybe tiny smurfy gnomes might live in my yard.

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And then I thought about Neil Patrick Harris and how awesome he is. And then I thought he probably doesn’t sleep anymore what with the babies and all. And that all that lack of sleep is seriously compromising his judgment and that’s how he ended up doing that Smurfs movie. Because I think if he’d had enough sleep, he’d realize that making that movie was NOT a good idea. And no, I’m not going to watch it. I’ve already passed judgement. Did NO ONE learn from the Garfield movie fiasco? Honestly…

3. This past weekend was girls’ weekend, aka DOCTOR WHO CAME BACK ON!!! And Regan and Melissa came over and we had a really awesome time drinking daiquiris and eating expensive pizza and sugar coma inducing cupcakes. There was also a lot of scrabble playing. Just, on our phones instead of on a board. And the only picture I took all weekend was this one. And yet, it kind of sums up the whole weekend perfectly.

Worst Ransom Note Ever

Worst. Ransom. Note. Ever.

4. My cat is weird.

That Can't Be Comfortable

That Can't Be Comfortable

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