My camera has been stolen, my guy said with mock surprise as he walked out the back door into the entertaining area. There, he found me bent over the very same camera he referred to which sat securely on his tripod, I'd stolen that too, and which I was using to take some shots of the fuscias I'd just purchased.
I turned and tried to look apologetic, but I wasn't really; what's mine is mine and what's his is mine.
Of course, he wasn't upset at all, he's been encouraging me to use the camera and do some photography more and more and I've enjoyed it. I think he might be trying to get me really hooked with the intention of announcing he's getting a new camera and I can have his existing one, a situation I'd be happy with, when the budget permits.
In the interim I borrow his camera and on this occasion photographed my new fuscias prior to them going into the hanging pots they'll eventually live in.
I found these beautiful flowers a little difficult to photograph as they hang downwards so I got creative and propped them up on leaves to get better angles. I've only used a few here but took many, and many of them were terrible for one reason or the other.
They're a lovely flower though, I don't blame them for the bad photographs, and it's nice to see them pop open as they bloom. I bought several and when they're all in loom it'll transform the area into a beautifully coloured area.
When I was finished I packed away the camera being careful to do it exactly as I've been shown, more evidence that I can be trusted to look after my man's equipment and deserve my own, and we sat down for a cup of tea and a chat. I told him that I was excited to see how my shots turned out and I'm pleased to see a few did. They'll never be as good as the real thing, but it's a nice reward.
I took these images
Becca 馃挆
