False starts

My stomach ache turned into the stomach flu. And, fascinating as my twisting gut seems to find the inside of my toilet bowl, I do not think that it would make for a very entertaining 48 photographs. I'm starting over this evening. Still somewhat ill, but the vomit seems to have subsided.

I was kind enough to share with my poor husband. This picture of his hand is one of the images that I shot before succumbing to the urge to just curl up on the sofa in a cramped ball of misery. He gave in far before I did, and slept for near the entirety of the afternoon. All things considered, I envy him being able to sleep through the bulk of it.


The kids have been very good about entertaining themselves. Lore has scattered cars and trains all through the house, and it has made every headlong trip down the hallway an adventure in and of itself. Imala took to unpacking and redecorating her bedroom. I snatched up my camera during one of my better few minutes and leaned in through her door to snap a quick picture. She was indignant, as she tends to be anymore when it comes to my taking pictures. Letting the children use my camera to take their own pictures seems to have cut back on their retaliatory responses to seeing my lenses pointed at them. Maybe I'll pick them up some inexpensive ones for the holidays this year.

I'm dreadfully excited about this class. Now if only I can get over my frustration with never seeming to get my exposure right. Even when my meter says it's spot on, the images are coming back over or under exposed. Yarg! These two I knew would be underexposed when I shot them, but there was a decided lack of light and I was going for the moment moreso than technical proficiency. Oh well. I'll get this figured out eventually.