Day 87, 2012 On Friday a Facebook friend that I have never met from northern Italy had a quote on her wall:
“Do not wait; the time will never be ‘just right.’ Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along.”
It struck a chord that needed to ring again. I doubt it would come as any surprise to anyone that knows me even remotely well, that taking photographs of animals makes my heart go pitter patter. If I were asked today what I want to do when I finally grow up, my eyes would light up, I’d smile and say “just put a lens between me and something fluffy. I want to be a pet photographer.”
The weather in Salem has been just on the other side of atrocious. If we get any more rain, the acre is going to float away. Karen rallied and said we were turning the spare bedroom into a mini-studio.
Skirvee graciously became my first victim. With a handful of treats and my original nifty 50mm lens I could barely afford 15 years ago, Skirvee and worked with the lighting.
And so, the journey begins.