For years, I considered myself a fair to middling amateur photographer.
I don't know how old I was when I got my Brownie camera. The first photo I ever took was of my mother standing to the side of our green, two-tone Chevvy, wearing a coat and a plaid hat made for her by Nina Neal. Every Lady must have a Milliner,you know.
It is the one and only photo in that little yellow book of Kodak Prints.
It was the first and almost the last human being I photographed. From then on the books filled with dogs, horses, and other dogs and other horses.
Do you notice a pattern? Search tho you may for our family album, you are destined to fail. Page after page after page, album after album, full of dogs, dog shows, and horses, kitties, horse shows, and the rare humanoid family member. A daughter here, a son there (holding a dog) my Brother (holding a dog) my husband (festooned with dogs....
But at the Nationals I saw that what I do is whimisical snapshooting,not photography.
What Joe Roundy does is PHOTOGRAPHY. He understands that camera, and he knows about lighting and speeds and white balance.
I know it all exists. So do Wolverines, but I have never seen one.
Mathematics exists, but on some other planet. I do not understand my camera. It works independently of me. Now and then out of 500 snaps, I get a good photograph, but there is aworld of difference bewteen what I do and what Joe Roundy does. I wish he had gotten some shots of Doc at the Nationals: mine were lousy.
Another accidentally good photo
Mitchell was an amazing study.
...and so I said to her, well if THAT'S the way you're going to be,
I'll just have Club without you next time!!
