I made a deliberate decision not to take my beloved Canon Rebel camera with me on vacation. It's beautiful, but it's big. I took my little pocket camera instead. It literally fits in my pocket. Shirt pocket. Pants pocket. Beachbag zippered pocket. Any kind of pocket. It's that small.
Unfortunately, my tiny pocket camera doesn't have a view finder. You have to look at the LCD screen on the back of the camera, which seems cool and high tech, but is actually a big bummer in the sunshine. The glare combined with my horrible eyesight prevented me from seeing anything other than a blurred ghostlike image. Was it in focus? Couldn't tell ya. Every picture I took was a crap shoot, pun intended.
My husband insisted on getting a window seat on the airplane. Can you blame him? I mean, just look at the view. Spectacular!
Okay, I'll admit the boat offered a better view. I'll bet you didn't realize Diamond Head sat on the earth at such a precarious angle.
My husband, ever the explorer, hooked us up with a submarine tour of the ocean floor. Look at those fish! And the enormous turtles! And the coral reefs teeming with sea life! Amazing what you can capture on film.
Ah, yes. Food photography. It's quite an art form. I'm sure you'll agree that I'm gifted when it comes to composition, lighting, and food selection. I'll bet your favorite part of this photo is the soggy onion to the left. No? How about the splatter of ketchup to the right? By the way, that is my husband's meal. I only ate organic salads.
I actually think a series of photos I took at sunset may have potential. They will require hours of tinkering in Photoshop Elements 6 with features like "color saturation" and "contrast," but I carry hope in my heart that I can produce at least one usable print.
Dinner last night: spaghetti and meatballs, garlic cheesebread sticks