Turn that frown around.
Vets aren’t mean. They must be seen.
Treats will do the trick.
I confess that I have trouble taking myself seriously as a photographer.
My body quakes whenever I venture from an automatic setting to manual.
Could it be all that camera terminology? I can’t help but wonder every time I pull out my instruction book.
Though more likely it’s my fear of technology.
Heck, I don’t even have a Smart Phone as I doubt I’ll ever figure out how to use it.
It seems I’ve missed ten tech upgrades during the last ten years while I was busy caregiving.
But I’m tenacious in my quest to keep trying, and to overcome those fears.
So Friday morning I was very anxious to capture the gulls flying overhead as I stood on a sandy beach.
It’s a special spot.
My mother-in-law and husband’s remains lie just beyond.
Moving in for the shot, I was ready to change my setting to manual until I suddenly found myself moving.
In what seemed like an instant, I was standing in a thick mix of sand and cool water rising above my ankles.
I quickly made my retreat.
Still I was able to snap one quick picture in transit.
I wasn’t leaving without it.
Maybe I’m a budding photographer after all.
Or more importantly, one now even more determined to rise above her photo fears.
Oh, and definitely any soggy sand bars.