They met in an online dating site and chatted for about a week then decided to meet and see where this online dating thing could lead. Steve, a cpa, nervous as about as a cat in room full of rocking chairs was anxious, he hadn't dated anyone since the death of his wife five years ago. Linda, a shy, bashful, reserved librarian, hoping Steve wasn't like all the other men out there who were full of lies and marriages.
When our photos have the ability to travel far and wide, and reach people in the middle of nowhere, we think of success, thanks to social media outlets like Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter, Instagram; the list goes on. We change people's hearts and minds in an instant, because of our worthy attempts to be an outstanding photographer, capturing beauty, innocence, peace, the laugh of a child.
It was a hot summer that year, 110 degrees in the shade. We were doing training exercises in South Carolina. Digging foxholes, setting up our tents, and making sure our battle ready laser tag systems were on. Four battalions getting ready for war for and with each other. I get my foxhole ready, my tent is up, and I'm bored. What's a soldier to do?
Our cameras have four main shooting modes: Program, Aperture Priority, Shutter Priority and Manual. But the question that most students I mentor always ask is which priority should I shoot in, especially if it's like an eagle that's soaring above tree tops?
I'm screaming, "I'M GOING TO FALL!" With a small jerk of a half inch rope and not putting much faith into the carabiner that I'm hooked in, along with the harness that is attached to my body. I feel it. I'm having a heart attack. The surge of endorphins and adrenaline pumping into my veins, my heart feeling like it is literally going to explode and I'm going to die.
You got to have a sense of humor especially, when you're reading my articles. You'll never know what you're going to get, but you can be guaranteed that you will be entertained, while learning some fantastic things about photography and being pulled in to my articles, like being sucked through a black hole.