The sun draws her fingers
Across the clipped lawn,
In a farewell caress.
The breeze tousles the trees,
A dragonfly holds tight.
dog behaviour, human behaviour, poetry
The sun draws her fingers
Across the clipped lawn,
In a farewell caress.
The breeze tousles the trees,
A dragonfly holds tight.
Sometimes I wonder if she’s trying to tell me something.
I’m learning a different camera and lens. Canon 60D and 50 mm fixed focus lens. First 50 shots or so…it was whoa, where’d all that light come from! I was overexposing like crazy. I got a bit better. This was taken in shade in manual mode.