Silly me. A switch was not flicked over to the appropriate setting, and now my camera auto-focuses. I thought I'd checked them all... oh well. I've forgotten more about photography in the past decade than I've learned in two; and finally delving into the digital SLR arena may have me a little flummoxed.
Lunch: Sainsbury's chicken and stuffing sandwich, a small bag of wotsits (fluffy cheesy snack food, in case it's unfamiliar), 500ml of Pepsi Max and pastry for desert. Couldn't decide between cinnamon whirls or apple danishes, so I got both. Maybe I'll take a photograph of them. Testing the camera out around the house, I realised I didn't have that much of interest to photograph. I may even start going out at night and photographing random people again, who knows.
When is a whore not a whore? When she's a slut.
Oh yes.
Lunch: Sainsbury's chicken and stuffing sandwich, a small bag of wotsits (fluffy cheesy snack food, in case it's unfamiliar), 500ml of Pepsi Max and pastry for desert. Couldn't decide between cinnamon whirls or apple danishes, so I got both. Maybe I'll take a photograph of them. Testing the camera out around the house, I realised I didn't have that much of interest to photograph. I may even start going out at night and photographing random people again, who knows.
When is a whore not a whore? When she's a slut.
Oh yes.
annika:
Uh oh. Now I'm scared to reveal my uncouth American accent! Damn you!
