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This was my day.
( Add to that eight pounds of blueberries. )
Limey made me wish ever so much more desperately for a macro lens. But first things first, Lady is getting me a 50mm f1.8 lens for my birthday. ^-^ It should be here by next weekend, so expect a ton more, with bokeh goodness.
I've been spending most of the time I should be writing or researching grad schools/programs researching lenses instead, which may not be the best thing in the world. But it's all so very exciting and interesting and I want to completely understand how they work and the different functions.
I've also recently come to the conclusion that although I have no earthly idea what I really want to do with my life, I do want to do something creative. Photography seems like an easy way to do this, although I'm still way too amateur to consider it very seriously. I want to write, too, obviously. And I want to figure things out for people. I want to travel extensively. I don't want to be in an office all day. I keep looking at grad school, but for what? A year after graduating, I only feel an odd obligation to go to grad school, whatever the purpose be damned. Which is silly and ridiculous, but somehow expected of me. Well, we'll see. I'll probably apply anyway. And I'll probably not get in again. But why does the idea of not going to grad school make me feel like such a failure?
( Add to that eight pounds of blueberries. )
Limey made me wish ever so much more desperately for a macro lens. But first things first, Lady is getting me a 50mm f1.8 lens for my birthday. ^-^ It should be here by next weekend, so expect a ton more, with bokeh goodness.
I've been spending most of the time I should be writing or researching grad schools/programs researching lenses instead, which may not be the best thing in the world. But it's all so very exciting and interesting and I want to completely understand how they work and the different functions.
I've also recently come to the conclusion that although I have no earthly idea what I really want to do with my life, I do want to do something creative. Photography seems like an easy way to do this, although I'm still way too amateur to consider it very seriously. I want to write, too, obviously. And I want to figure things out for people. I want to travel extensively. I don't want to be in an office all day. I keep looking at grad school, but for what? A year after graduating, I only feel an odd obligation to go to grad school, whatever the purpose be damned. Which is silly and ridiculous, but somehow expected of me. Well, we'll see. I'll probably apply anyway. And I'll probably not get in again. But why does the idea of not going to grad school make me feel like such a failure?
