My first shot on my first DSLR — a Nikon D3100.
I’ve had the camera for about a week. I took it out of the box, charged up the battery, but decided to wait to try it out until I’d gathered all Mom’s stuff that was going to be moved out to her suite in Winnipeg, packed it and had it picked up by the movers. It’s been a strange experience disassembling my childhood home. Our voices ring a little in the living room now.
A huge Atlas Van Lines truck pulled up this morning. The friendly and conscientious crew made quick work of loading and were on their way within about an hour. Then it was breakfast, a long nap, a trip to the back corner of Mom’s yard to harvest a stalk of rhubarb (haven’t had any for ages). I sliced the rhubarb, put it on to simmer, called my brother, forgot about the rhubarb, came back downstairs sensing that all was not well. The pungent smell of burnt sugar, a light haze filling the kitchen. Oops. Turned off the stove, opened windows, dealt with the pot and made another trip to the back corner of Mom’s yard. Much more successful the second time. A lovely treat.
Then I settled in to play with my camera. :o)
I’ve been going step by step through the quick start guide this afternoon, so the setting for this photo was auto-everything. Ahh, what fun to come . . .