This is Paul. I took this with his lens. He rocks.
Those of you who have read this blog before know that my photographic abilities are pretty much nil. In a nutshell, I suck. No one who has looked at the "artwork" I've displayed here would argue otherwise. While I'd very much like to blame equipment, I won't, because then I'd just be a big fat liar. I'm just awful. Plain and simple.
However, in an attempt to shed some of my picture-taking suckage, I've taken measures. Step one: Get a big-girl camera. No more point-and-shoot. That, I'll reserve for beach trips and kayaking, because it's waterproof. For my birthday in June (D-Day, for those of you keeping track), I got an entry-level Nikon. (Thanks, Pootie!).
Step two: I got a book on photography from my brother, who is an excellent photographer. (Did you come back after checking his site? I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. Have I mentioned he got all the good genes?) So I've been reading that to just gain a little understanding about the subject, and talking to John about a few things.
Step 3: I turned to my friend Paul Stephen, who photographs for our local paper, and begged him to come over and help me figure out how this black thing with all the dials and buttons actually works. And he generously agreed to help!
Oh, man, was it worth it.
Check me out, now!