I spuddle.

My camera has been in the shop for a month because I dropped it in January at Butterfly World on the hard concrete bathroom floor and ever since, apart from the fact that bits of it were broken, it overexposed everything.  I have no idea how the inner-workings of my camera work or don’t work but I finally couldn’t stand the hours of photoshopping everything back to normal and I took it to the shop for (expensive) repairs.   Where it was to stay for a week.   Which turned into two weeks.   Which became three.  And then a month.   THEN I GOT IT BACK.   Oh, I missed my camera.  I’m such an addict.   It makes no sense because if I was so addicted, you’d think my pictures would be better, but honestly, I keep thinking that I’ll take the time to learn the intricacies of a digital SLR and then I don’t, I default back to the settings I know and like and I fix things using software.   Cheating, that’s me.

So what’s a girl to do?  Why, here’s an idea!  I will buy another camera attachment that I do not know how to use and I will neglect to learn about it because free time is scarce and “learning” during free time seems too much like work when just playing with the fun new toy is much more fulfilling.   Except in the case of the LensBaby when, if you don’t read the instructions, all your pictures are just pitch black.   Which is what happened.   So I cranked the ISO to the max and then they weren’t black, but boy were they grainy and dark.   Not ideal, no.   But I love this one, which to me looks ethereal and haunting.

This was meant to be a Silent Wednesday post, but I had to explain.   So it’s more a noisy Wednesday post with a noisy picture to go along with it.  That’s a photography pun.   Oh, I kill me.

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