I got this big butt camera for Christmas. I could run downstairs and get it, check it out, but it is some sortof Cannon, like a 500D. It really is exactly what I wanted but was afraid to ask for.
Some how, Baby knew exactly what I wanted. I suppose we tooled around together on the Internet, and I must have said, wooh !, gosh, jeepers, would I love that camera. Baby loves cameras, she remembered exactly what I wanted. Put me against a post and I could not remember what I wanted. But she did.
Baby got me this big butt camera that I am afraid to use. I think that it weighs about 4 pounds : rule ( this is my job-) always have that strap around your neck. I have told told her , quite frankly, that I am afraid of this camera.
Baby is teaching me how to use it. She is very good with hardware. I have to zoom up the pixels (Raw does not frighten me). This is not fake zoom, it is real. This is a real camera. We play with it. I know all about light, but, push comes to shove, I am afraid of this camera, and I know that I can take good photos. I want to do this and she knows it.
Imagine, an 11 year old child taking her mother’s hand and teaching her how to use a camera. But she is so very good with cameras and making, oh dear, I grow even older, movies.
She has made a number of movies, they are Sims things. I have seen them. They are good. They are on YouTube ( I spelled that wrong, and no, no link). She knows how to make a story flow. It works. This child loves cameras and filming. And she is good at it.
I can take a photo, and I am good at it, but not like her. I can tell her about light and backgrounds and colors ( she needs photoshop), but she simply flicks a photo and it is beautiful.
This is good, but not really.Should I cultivate her talent, or encourage her to learn how to file nails ? This is the course that she is on now. She is out of the loop.
I know this.
