Like a Rebel

I have a new (to me) camera! It’s a hand-me-down from my esteemed mother, but it happens to be an older version of the exact model I’d been eying online for over a year — a Canon Rebel T1i. I’m hoping that it will allow me to take delightful close-up photos of plants, once I learn how to use it. (Whenever I win the lottery, I also hope to buy a 100mm macro lens, so that I can take even closer-up plant photos.) It’s all very exciting.

I’d used this camera once before, on my last trip to Delaware, and was satisfied with the results even though I’d had no idea what I was doing. Here are a few of my first interactions with it:

Leaves and branches and whatnot.

Aged hydrangea blossoms.
Wee geranium.

I’ve played around with it a little more since it was officially bestowed upon me, and it’s performed admirably:

Chibi the cat has eyeballs.
Iceland poppy bud.

Someday soon I shall actually read its manual, and then I will be unstoppable.

4 thoughts on “Like a Rebel

  1. So exciting. I am just the best mother. You are one of the two best daughters. For better or worse, I can see even the cat’s dander. The excellent camera has found its way into excellent hands. However, I disapprove of that botanical picture. I have rectified the problem:

  2. Woah. Wow. Gee whiz.

    We have such a generous Mama Ginna, ain’t she? She’s the only reason I own anything of quality.
    She’s also well-versed in the art of Photoshop, thankfully.

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