You might all be complaining about shit like, "I need a new camera" because your pictures suck so bad. I'm here to tell you that you don't need to. (all the while enjoying my 2 month old camera)
This is a little post about using your camera for what it's worth. Just like most things in life, everything you need for your camera is hidden right inside of it. LEARN your camera, folks. Try different settings, just for the hell of it, and guess what? You might just come across something worthwhile!
This shot was taken at a high ISO of 800. I'll be honest with you and tell you that I don't know what the hell ISO stands for. In a minute, I'll Google it.
This next one was taken at 100 ISO. Obviously it makes a big difference.
I'm sitting here sipping on my hard ciders, looking at the 2 photos and it doesn't look like much of a difference. What the hell is she talking about?? Maybe when I publish this it will be a lot more obvious with the larger pics. (note: click on the pictures to see what I'm talkin about . . .)
I thought the first picture looked grainy. In the second photo, those shroomies look a lot more succulent. Read: more lickable.
On a side note, that soup kicked some MAJOR ass! I deglazed the pan with some cream Sherry after sauteing the mushrooms, and it was so good. That really made a huge difference in flavor. Gave it a more "meaty" texture, if ya wanna call it something. I wish I had some now. . .
You should have seen my first attempt at the cheese toast. Hubby said, "is the house burning down?" when I came from the kitchen at 11:30 am to make sure he wasn't alarmed. . . The last remaining birds outside, peeking in, must have thought this woman was crazy, fanning the smoke detector with a broom. . .
Anyways, back to the pictures. . . . I have actually unsubscribed to blogs because their pictures sucked so bad.
Call me a photo snob if you want, but I want good pictures, damnit! If you're gonna waste your time on here, you may as well make your shit look as good as you can. Ya'll don't have to know what lies beyond the little placemat with the bowl of scrumptious soups. . .