My camera and I:
we are not one.
My last camera and I (Biff, remember?), we were like this. If I had a shot out of focus, I could just kinda tell before checking. Not enough light in here? Yep. Too slow a shutter speed? Yessirree.
So I need to practice, yo.
This is where my punks come in.
Got this from the Jacester.
Aaaannnndddd. . . .then he ran off.
Thanks, butt munch.
Hey Kenna? Sit in this chair for me. Just hold still.
No no no! Just leave your freakin' cute hairbow on.
ARR. Fine just hold still.
Uhhhh. Fine. John? Johnny?
No. I don't want you to use the chair as a slide. JUST.SIT.THE.FREAK.DOWN.
I turned to my favorite neighbor gals.
They can hold still. Thanks girls!
Also, maybe we could trade skin? Maybe?
And I learned a lot while they held still. A lot.