Pixel Darkroom Photography

This was definitely not the intended outlook of the photo shoot but I thought it would be a great image for the blog. She fell behind the tree since the step stool was too little for both of them and then her shoe came off. I don’t know if he was helping her or tickling her. I also shot a little HD movie of them playing around in the grass. I tell you what, the movie looks amazing shot with this professional lens. I might edit it at some point and publish it, but I tend to be slow on those things. If not, it’s all for private viewing or for the grand parents. Here goes another blessed Day 196.

Strobist info: 580 EX CL via Pocket Wizards shot at 1/128 80mm zoom. Small obvious tweaks in Lr.

Today we went to Home Depot again, after a long time, to take part in the workshops for kids. We could have made a (rather useless) flag holder of some sort, that would have been thrown away in a few days, or could have made the rain gauge, which we decided to build, and which we will probably throw away in a few weeks after it gets all distorted from begin soaked in rain water.

A fun and useful project considering the weather here. The kids had to play with glue and pound on a few nails. They had a hard time with the nails and this reminded me of my first time I had to hit a nail. I must have been five or six. There was this shoe repair workshop on the corner of an intersection, back in Romania. I still remember it now, it was on my way home from school. We used to walk a lot. My mom took me to this shoe repair guy. She had to pick up some shoes from there and the man must have asked me if I have ever hit a nail. I don’t recall the whole visit, but I do remember he made me hit a nail and try to drive it in a piece of wood. It kept on bending. With a few hits, he did it easily. I kind of know what’s in my kids’ minds (especially my boy) when we have to hit the nails at the Home Depot workshops.

There are so many things that I see now with different eyes and I remember similar situations from when I was a kid. I’m sure this happens to everybody who has children, although I hardly hear people talk about it. I feel the transition from one generation to the other almost daily. It’s such an interesting feeling.