So, here's the deal...my Canon Rebel T3 and I are coming to an understanding. It possess what seems to be a myriad of buttons, dials, and menus, while, let's face it, I'm far more interested in getting a great shot. Somehow, when I hold that camera, all its capabilities should just fuse into my brain, seemlessly, and effortlessly, and I would possess such a great depth and breadth of knowledge, that I wouldn't have to think twice. My fingers would fly across the back of the camera, and I wouldn't be standing there thinking, "Ok, now how do I adjust aperture?" or "Oh, yeah, this button will let me change my point of focus, not that one."
Reality dictates that I need to practice, practice, practice, and then practice some more. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
So, armed with my ever faithful assistant, a tripod (which also defeats me at times), various lenses, we took off last night for National Harbor to try to catch some shots.
Class assignment? Shoot some portraits, and I hoped to catch some faces in the crowd.
I set up the tripod, grabbed a telephoto lens, and focused on the giant's (The Awakening's) hand. Then, it became a game of patience, waiting for someone to climb or sit on that hand.
This little cutie wandered into the frame and obligingly posed. Since, I had stationed myself above on another street - along with many other camera armed folks - and I had already framed my shot, all I needed to do was reach over and click, ever so discretely. All the while, my aforementioned faithful assistant and I enjoyed a gorgeous spring evening!
Happily, I captured some other great moments, and I'll share those later.
My camera and I just might make a good pair!