How does light enter a house? If the windows are open. How does light enter a human? If the door of love is open.
~ Paulo Coelho
This week’s WordPress Weekly photo challenge is Window. I’ve been shooting the windows a lot lately, mostly sunrises or sunlight through the kitchen windows. The light is lovely in the kitchen during the early morning hours. Too lovely to resist.
Yesterday it rained and rained, and there was no beautiful sunrise to capture, just beautiful raindrops. I went outside in between the rounds of rain, and sloshed in the puddles and squished in the mud. I also took the new camera out and about. I snapped a lot of pictures, most of which ended up in the recycle bin.
I put the camera on manual and played with aperture and shutter speed, white balance and ISO settings. I felt a bit discouraged when I looked at the images. They were mostly terrible. The one just above was the best of the lot and, to be honest, I’m not all that happy with it, but it’s part of the learning experience.
Indoor shots are working out better than outdoor shots. That is completely the opposite of how things worked with the old camera. The old camera didn’t handle low light well at all.
Be patient. Perplexity is the beginning of knowledge.
~ Kahlil Gibran
The key is to keep trying, and to remember that it took me a long time to learn how to use the old camera. I also want to leave myself open to Something Different. Instead of going for the look of how things used to be, I’ll use the window of the new camera to see things in a new way. A camera, after all, is a lot like looking through a window, everything framed in some way.
That’s it from the Wabi-Sabi Ranch. Thank you for dropping in on this beautiful, sunny Sunday. How was your weekend? Did you learn something new? Or practice something old?
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was the right, then the other one was the left, but he never could remember how to begin. “Well,” he said slowly.
~ A. A. Milne