“Today you are You, that is truer than true.”
“There is no one alive who is Youer than You.” ~ Dr. Seuss
Spring Break came to an end yesterday.
We had to take Matthew back to the airport to catch his flight to Kansas City and then a ride on to the college.
It was hard to say good bye.
This afternoon I caught Stevie Wonder playing his guitar outside.
He didn’t notice me at first . . .but when he did. . .
he indulged me a little bit and kept on playing.
I love to take pictures of this son of mine, hear him play and see how he has grown in so many way.
I didn’t tell you.
Santa bought me a big girl camera for Christmas.
AND OH! MY Gosh!
I love it.
It’s so much fun playing with it and learning new things.
This week I am learning about the F- stop and what it means to my camera. Even though I don’t really understand what it means. . . I understand how to make the back ground in my photos fuzzy . . .and really that’s all I want. . . this week. I’ll get the rest sooner or later. . . I hope.
So, what does F-stop mean??? Uhhh, well it has to do with aperture.
So, the lower your f-stop number is the more out of focus your back ground becomes.
I know that much is true. You should also have your camera set on aperture mode or A when you want this effect.
So, . . . I think all this means – the wider the eye of the lens opens – the lower the f-stop goes – meaning more light comes into the eye of the camera. Or all this might mean – the lower with the f-stop the less light goes in to the eye of the camera. . . Mmmm, I have to study it more. . .don’t take my word for it.
You should look it up and tell me – as you can tell, I find it all very confusing.
I just know: I really, really LOVE the camera and I love the effect I get when the F-stop number is low.
Matthew’s home for spring break.
his little shadow has not left his side since.
It has been nearly two months now since my oldest has gone away to college.
Nearly two months to the day when I was dreading that day we were to pile in the car and drive 1000 miles to a little town called Atchison, Kansas. I tried hard not to cry the whole way. . . but you know what? Even though I am not a crier. . . I just couldn’t help it.
Two months later, I still really miss him. Even though, the house is just a little quieter: I have the other three to keep me going – this home of ours is still pretty noisy, NOT at all much neater. . . or much cleaner.
Tonight I’m on my way to Atlanta to pick him up for spring break and I can’t think of much else. I can’t seem to keep my eyes off the clock or get things tightied up around here. Today even though I really care about the mess I just can’t seem to get it done. I just keep thinking he’s coming home and I have to get on the road in time to get him.
I hope I don’t cry when I see him . . . but you know what? Even though I really am not a crier, I am afraid I might. I will be so happy to see him I think I just might.