I'm in love and I think my husband suspects something.
My new love is my camera. Previously I had pretty much neglected the needs of my camera, just point and shoot, point and shoot. Not once did I consider the needs of my poor much taken for granted camera. I have recently come to realise that it needs to have it's settings lovingly tinkered with, while taking my time to slowly find the perfect lighting, focus and background.
Ensuring every picture tells a story.
And you know what? The more time I spend with the camera the more in love I become. I can see love becoming an obsession.
Now just because I'm enjoying myself with my camera, does not mean I'm any good at photography, no siree. I need to practice more, a whole lot more.
And I'm more than happy to do so.
But I have noticed a teeny tiny sliver of improvement from when I first started. And I think it's mainly that I am THINKING about taking the photo as I'm taking it, not just point and shoot.
So I have made it a focus (pardon the pun) to practice everyday. But unfortunately my models seem to be over it already.
I may have to resort to letting my husband in on my secret, in order to gain another model to practice on.