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The Incredible Matt Nathanson’s Benefit Concert for Uganda

DSC_0925 The guitars sat quietly, waiting for the masters to start strumming their strings

DSC_0712When Matt and Aaron (childhood buddy and bandmate) take the stage, the storytelling begins. I’ve never seen anyone engage an audience the way Matt does.

DSC_0884Matt had just arrived from New York City. He was on campus to sing a benefit concert. All the proceeds from ticket sales are going to Uganda to help build a well, a project Gregor and his social entrepreneur class spearheaded after we met the inspirational Andrew Briggs, President of Freedom in Creation, and Peter Odoch last year. It’s really, really exciting to think of a village finally getting fresh drinking water – that we could rally and be a part of that.DSC_0716 In one night we raised over $18,000! DSC_0850 Matt and Aaron brought the house down!DSC_0835 DSC_0837 Raise your hands and get ready to clap for hit song, Faster!DSC_0889 The woman I sat by flew all the way from Houston by herself to see Matt up close! DSC_0907 The other very exciting part of this night was that I shot all of these photos in Manual mode (yes, I got off automatic!) It’s very difficult to shoot in the dark with a moving rockstar. Luckily, a camera pro (Taylor!), switched my settings and explained light and ISO (which is like speaking to me in Russian). Amy must take baby steps…DSC_0904 DSC_0917 DSC_0894 DSC_0922What a show! I’ve seen Matt perform many times, starting almost 20 years ago in college when my soon-to-be-fiance introduced me to his childhood buddy, a budding rockstar. It’s been amazing to watch Matt pursue his dream, to hear his voice, lyrics, and musical talent grow.

At commencement a few years ago, (he’s an alum) Matt “implored us to do the work it takes to achieve dreams. Our culture, he observed, celebrates mediocrity. We must not settle, however, for anything other than our personal best. Fear stifles the creativity and motivation needed to excel; we must learn to be comfortable being uncomfortable!”

Want to hear him singing last night? Hashtag Matt Nathanson or Proctor Academy on Instagram (including mine!) So fantastic!

After the concert Matt and Gregor had a near-midnight swim at Elbow Pond where the waters were so high it came through the floorboards of the dock. Of course they used Dr. Bronner’s pepperment soap!

I could not be convinced to take the plunge into a New Hampshire river in the middle of the night in October. Not even for a rock star.

Nelson gladly gave up his room for the man. The next morning Matt was mobbed at breakfast and lunch, from giggly girls wanting autographs, and a student who had his beautiful guitar signed with a sharpie 🙂 Yes, my friends, dreams were fulfilled this morning.

photo (1) My kids got into the spirit of things, asking for their own autographs…photoI found Paige tonight, taping hers onto the wall (she’s being a witch in a play.)

Matt is now off to London for a week “to write.” Dreamy. His new album with hit single “Headphones” (oh, I LOVE this song!) is being released in January and he’ll be going on tour next summer. If you get the chance – go. Matt Nathanson is a one-of-a-kind artist, a storyteller with a killer voice, some dance moves, and he knows how to strum a guitar!

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For the Love of Fall. And Soccer.

With all six family members involved in soccer this fall, it was a bit.insane.and wonderful.  There is nothing like being out on the soccer field late afternoon with the sun hitting your face, leaves falling, balls hitting your face…no really, it’s grand.
This year I coached my son’s co-ed 7th and 8th grade team of 30 kids: 6 girls, 24 boys.  We practiced everyday after school.  And did a lot of push-ups.  I feel very badly that this is the only picture I took.  Not one picture of my boy playing soccer. And this isn’t even his shoe. Oh dear.  I was so busy on the sideline that I never pulled out the camera.  Now the memory of boy on field is lost forever…except in my mind. Which is you know, iffy. 
 
Next year I shall be better. They can handle their own substitutions.

 

We’ll get back to soccer.  But first let’s talk about apple pie.  Shall we?

 

And webs. I discovered Charlotte in her web one morning.  I had to stop the car and pull over and take pictures while the tractors drove around me.  Wow, huh? Actually, I couldn’t even find Charlotte, but didn’t she do good work?

 

Different editing for different looks.

 

Our spooky road in morning fog.  It brought the headless horseman to mind.

 

Back to the web.

 

Just one more. I was so impressed at such intricate detail.  Tell me, how does a spider do that? I’m fascinated.

 

More fog.

 

I love how the light hit the fog and this white birch tree.

 

And we interrupt spider webs and foggy Fall mornings for more soccer.  Here’s my girl playing high school soccer.  I might just weep after writing that.  Right away she pulled her hamstring (and mom said absolutely nothing about summer conditioning. ha.) and after two agonizing weeks of sitting the bench she was back in action.

 

Up for the ball and off it goes, four girls suspended in air…

 

See the goalie with the ball?  It’s best not to get in a goalie’s way. Run!

 

Then there was this girl.  My Braveheart. There were not enough girls to make a full team so it became co-ed.  In the end, I think it was very good for her.

 

I’m here! Pass!

 

Listen, Buster.  You’re not takin’ the ball from me!

 

Love this one.  Fly!

 

After an early Saturday morning run, before all the soccer began, I grabbed my camera, and went up the hill. I had to get these New England shots. The white houses and red barn doors.

 

The morning light was so gorgeous.

 

Country roads, take me home

 

To the place where I belong

 

Paige was the only one who would leave the warm house on an early Saturday morning and get in the cold car with her Mama. She said, “You love me most of all, don’t you, Mama?  Because I came with you.”

 

I follow Coach around like the paparazzi.  He sure does love it.  So does Jon.  Jon teaches Mandarin to my daughter.  Ni hao. 

 

Coach talks, boys flash thumbs-up sign. We got you, Coach!

 

This one played soccer, kind of.  But her favorite part was the water pump she could stick her tongue under during breaks.  And her socks.  She liked her stripes. She spent most of soccer being upset that people who were supposed to be her friend took the ball away or kicked the ball at her stomach.  How rude! Ah, it’s a hard way to live.

 

The last Fall harvest. I actually grew carrots and pumpkins!  And the chickens are laying eggs.  We have an overabundance of eggs.  Like, way too many.  I need recipes. Raise your hand if you want eggs.  I’m serious.

 

iphone pictures.  I love having a phone that captures the small and wonderful daily moments.  Instagram posting is just way too fun.

 

This is the only other picture I captured of my team.  We went on a lot of bus rides together.  Dare I say I miss it?  

 

My assistant and I talked strategy the whole way there and back.

 

Alas, soccer has ended except for the high school teams.  We are a bit sad. My afternoons are vastly different.

 

There she goes!  Into that pack of boys.  Girls, remember, we are all athletes.
 
Happy Fall!

 

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For the Love of Fall. And Soccer.

With all six family members involved in soccer this fall, it was a bit.insane.and wonderful.  There is nothing like being out on the soccer field late afternoon with the sun hitting your face, leaves falling, balls hitting your face…no really, it’s grand.
This year I coached my son’s co-ed 7th and 8th grade team of 30 kids: 6 girls, 24 boys.  We practiced everyday after school.  And did a lot of push-ups.  I feel very badly that this is the only picture I took.  Not one picture of my boy playing soccer. And this isn’t even his shoe. Oh dear.  I was so busy on the sideline that I never pulled out the camera.  Now the memory of boy on field is lost forever…except in my mind. Which is you know, iffy. 

Next year I shall be better. They can handle their own substitutions.

We’ll get back to soccer.  But first let’s talk about apple pie.  Shall we?

And webs. I discovered Charlotte in her web one morning.  I had to stop the car and pull over and take pictures while the tractors drove around me.  Wow, huh? Actually, I couldn’t even find Charlotte, but didn’t she do good work?

Different editing for different looks.

Our spooky road in morning fog.  It brought the headless horseman to mind.

Back to the web.

Just one more. I was so impressed at such intricate detail.  Tell me, how does a spider do that? I’m fascinated.

More fog.

I love how the light hit the fog and this white birch tree.

And we interrupt spider webs and foggy Fall mornings for more soccer.  Here’s my girl playing high school soccer.  I might just weep after writing that.  Right away she pulled her hamstring (and mom said absolutely nothing about summer conditioning. ha.) and after two agonizing weeks of sitting the bench she was back in action.

Up for the ball and off it goes, four girls suspended in air…

See the goalie with the ball?  It’s best not to get in a goalie’s way. Run!

Then there was this girl.  My Braveheart. There were not enough girls to make a full team so it became co-ed.  In the end, I think it was very good for her.

I’m here! Pass!

Listen, Buster.  You’re not takin’ the ball from me!

Love this one.  Fly!

After an early Saturday morning run, before all the soccer began, I grabbed my camera, and went up the hill. I had to get these New England shots. The white houses and red barn doors.

The morning light was so gorgeous.

Country roads, take me home

To the place where I belong

Paige was the only one who would leave the warm house on an early Saturday morning and get in the cold car with her Mama. She said, “You love me most of all, don’t you, Mama?  Because I came with you.”

I follow Coach around like the paparazzi.  He sure does love it.  So does Jon.  Jon teaches Mandarin to my daughter.  Ni hao. 

Coach talks, boys flash thumbs-up sign. We got you, Coach!

This one played soccer, kind of.  But her favorite part was the water pump she could stick her tongue under during breaks.  And her socks.  She liked her stripes. She spent most of soccer being upset that people who were supposed to be her friend took the ball away or kicked the ball at her stomach.  How rude! Ah, it’s a hard way to live.

The last Fall harvest. I actually grew carrots and pumpkins!  And the chickens are laying eggs.  We have an overabundance of eggs.  Like, way too many.  I need recipes. Raise your hand if you want eggs.  I’m serious.

iphone pictures.  I love having a phone that captures the small and wonderful daily moments.  Instagram posting is just way too fun.

This is the only other picture I captured of my team.  We went on a lot of bus rides together.  Dare I say I miss it?  

My assistant and I talked strategy the whole way there and back.

Alas, soccer has ended except for the high school teams.  We are a bit sad. My afternoons are vastly different.

There she goes!  Into that pack of boys.  Girls, remember, we are all athletes.

Happy Fall!

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Hay Day

Happy October!  My favorite month of my favorite season.
 
From my window where I write, I see a hay field.  I’ve spent much time looking out this window, watched many seasons come and go.  Around here, you won’t see much oohing and ahhing over the name brands of the latest pair of jeans, watch or car. But now, you’ve got a tractor?  We’re talkin’ big time. Shucks. 
 
Even my professorial husband longs to be part of the club.  Every time we pass a tractor shop he wants to take a peek.  Keep on walkin’, his wife says, you keep your nose in the books.  But we both agree – we’ll be farmers someday.  And still read books.  And he can have his tractor.
 
I have to admit, I’m kind of a farmer stalker myself; who’s driving what, who’s haying where…there’s been farm drama, neighbor conspiracy, and donkey talk that would rival The Housewives.
 
Oh yes, it’s quite exciting.  I feel an anticipation as summer wanes and fall comes into full swing, because that means its hay season, the crowning glory of the field.
 
I love the dutiful farmer (they often really do wear overalls!), the long grass, the drying, baling, and gathering.
 
My father grew up on a farm in Idaho and often expresses his wish that we had too.  So I feel lucky that we’re getting a tiny piece of that wish.
All spring and summer the grass grows wild and free.  First you must get your Little House romp in while you can.  After the romp, you must turn the grass over to the farmer.  Your time is done. 
 
Hay is especially valuable if it has clover; cows love clover for its sweetness and good hay can fetch a pretty penny.  The other day I needed a bale and was told it was going to cost me TEN DOLLARS!  Ha.  I went to talk to my farmer friends.  It pays to stay tight with the farmer. 
If it’s a good season, you can get a couple good hay runs in.  I don’t know if that’s what it’s called, I just said that.
 
The long grass is cut and then sits for days in the sun drying.  It’s a careful balance of rain and sun.  I know this from my observing, from my comfortable seat in the house while sipping something cold and sweet.
After cutting, the hay is then fluffed and set to dry again
and fluffed one more time for good measure.  If you try to gather hay while it’s wet, it will rot and be worthless. My farmer friends tolerate me while I snap picture after picture, waving all excited and giddy – it’s HAY DAY!
Nice and dry, perfect for baling.  See how I’m mastering my farmer lexicon?
Sometimes, if rain is coming, the farmers do the cutting, baling, and gathering in one day, from sun-up to sun-down.  If I’m away for a day, I come home disappointed that I missed all the action.
This is Hersey Farm, just down the road from us.  It is a multi-generational farm that is now protected from building; this makes me so happy.  I see this picturesque, romantic scene and swoon.  I’m sure they see and feel the hot sun, sweat, fatigue, and a long long day.  My dad always laughs, “haying is hard, hard work.”  Hence his computer job.
But it sure is a beautiful sight from where I sit. 
These guys are getting older and I wonder – are there young kids to take over the haying?  Is there a place on the college apptitude test for haying?
The end of a good hay run:  Hay for the winter.  Hay to keep the summer weeds down.  Cow and horses will be fed and kept warm.  My chickens will have a nesting spot.  
 
Next time you go for a hayride or see a bale of hay outside the supermarket or sit on a hay bale around a warm campfire, remember the farmer and the pains it took to gather that hay.
Hay makes for some great photo shoots
And is somewhat itchy.
 
It’s late in the hay season now but if we’re lucky we will have one more hay crop this year. If it doesn’t snow or hail or monsoon…the weather is always full of surprises.
But the grass continues to grow, waiting for the next romp and the next hay day.
 
I’m watching out the window, like a scene out of Rear Window, keeping tabs and biting my nails with anticipation.
 
Coming from a hay field near you…
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Hay Day

Happy October!  My favorite month of my favorite season.

From my window where I write, I see a hay field.  I’ve spent much time looking out this window, watched many seasons come and go.  Around here, you won’t see much oohing and ahhing over the name brands of the latest pair of jeans, watch or car. But now, you’ve got a tractor?  We’re talkin’ big time. Shucks. 

Even my professorial husband longs to be part of the club.  Every time we pass a tractor shop he wants to take a peek.  Keep on walkin’, his wife says, you keep your nose in the books.  But we both agree – we’ll be farmers someday.  And still read books.  And he can have his tractor.

I have to admit, I’m kind of a farmer stalker myself; who’s driving what, who’s haying where…there’s been farm drama, neighbor conspiracy, and donkey talk that would rival The Housewives.

Oh yes, it’s quite exciting.  I feel an anticipation as summer wanes and fall comes into full swing, because that means its hay season, the crowning glory of the field.

I love the dutiful farmer (they often really do wear overalls!), the long grass, the drying, baling, and gathering.

My father grew up on a farm in Idaho and often expresses his wish that we had too.  So I feel lucky that we’re getting a tiny piece of that wish.
All spring and summer the grass grows wild and free.  First you must get your Little House romp in while you can.  After the romp, you must turn the grass over to the farmer.  Your time is done. 

Hay is especially valuable if it has clover; cows love clover for its sweetness and good hay can fetch a pretty penny.  The other day I needed a bale and was told it was going to cost me TEN DOLLARS!  Ha.  I went to talk to my farmer friends.  It pays to stay tight with the farmer. 
If it’s a good season, you can get a couple good hay runs in.  I don’t know if that’s what it’s called, I just said that.

The long grass is cut and then sits for days in the sun drying.  It’s a careful balance of rain and sun.  I know this from my observing, from my comfortable seat in the house while sipping something cold and sweet.

After cutting, the hay is then fluffed and set to dry again

and fluffed one more time for good measure.  If you try to gather hay while it’s wet, it will rot and be worthless. My farmer friends tolerate me while I snap picture after picture, waving all excited and giddy – it’s HAY DAY!

Nice and dry, perfect for baling.  See how I’m mastering my farmer lexicon?

Sometimes, if rain is coming, the farmers do the cutting, baling, and gathering in one day, from sun-up to sun-down.  If I’m away for a day, I come home disappointed that I missed all the action.

This is Hersey Farm, just down the road from us.  It is a multi-generational farm that is now protected from building; this makes me so happy.  I see this picturesque, romantic scene and swoon.  I’m sure they see and feel the hot sun, sweat, fatigue, and a long long day.  My dad always laughs, “haying is hard, hard work.”  Hence his computer job.

But it sure is a beautiful sight from where I sit. 

These guys are getting older and I wonder – are there young kids to take over the haying?  Is there a place on the college apptitude test for haying?

The end of a good hay run:  Hay for the winter.  Hay to keep the summer weeds down.  Cow and horses will be fed and kept warm.  My chickens will have a nesting spot.  

Next time you go for a hayride or see a bale of hay outside the supermarket or sit on a hay bale around a warm campfire, remember the farmer and the pains it took to gather that hay.

Hay makes for some great photo shoots
And is somewhat itchy.

It’s late in the hay season now but if we’re lucky we will have one more hay crop this year. If it doesn’t snow or hail or monsoon…the weather is always full of surprises.

But the grass continues to grow, waiting for the next romp and the next hay day.

I’m watching out the window, like a scene out of Rear Window, keeping tabs and biting my nails with anticipation.

Coming from a hay field near you…

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Smile!@#$^%&@ and Merry Christmas



Trying to get a family photo sometimes feels like…like swimming across the ocean, like climbing Mount Kearsarge, like negotiating a terrorist plot.  The coordinating outfits, the hair, the cajoling, the irritation, the foot-stamping pot-boiling-over patience…

Dear Husband says that now I have my fancy camera I don’t need to make an annual Target Photo Christmas appointment.  I’ve been stewing about this for weeks.  Please, I say, just one good shot for the history books.

There was one child in particular…

26 clicks later I’m still asking, what are you doing?  

Better?

The boy has two teeth he calls “fangs.”  He was asked repeatedly to put his fangs away.

What are you doing with your eyes?  

Seriously.
Are you you trying to annoy me?

I kind of like those light rays coming in on the right, but it fades Paigey.  I need lessons.

If you smile, darling, you can be done.
Listen, Grinch.

Wait, I’m done???

And then he threw the Santa hat off and proclaimed his awesomeness, ending with a flip and a somersault.  

Is this a gender thing? Brynne put back on the fake glasses and looked serene.  $9 glasses from Claire’s – they come in all shapes and colors!  I’m kind of diggin’ them.

One thing about glasses is that they reflect…tricky.  My beautiful Cope.  Her room is close to being finished.  The floor isn’t even painted yet but she had to sleep down there on an air mattress last night.

Paige has been groomed

A little play with iphoto…

A hundred clicks later…it’s what we got.  I really do adore them…and we just wanted to say…

Merry Christmas, dear family and friends!
May your Christmas be jolly bright, full of cheer and frolicking.
Mine are all sleeping together upstairs, determined to hear the sleigh bells tonight.  May you always hear the bells.

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A Winter Walk and Some Flirting

I grew up in a busy, Omaha suburb.  But now I live miles and miles away from grocery stores, traffic, the mall, and, well, just about everything.  I’ve grown to love the quiet.  Now, when we drive into Boston, I inhale and look around like a wide-eyed holstein.  Man, things change quickly.

When I can’t (or don’t) run, I take walks with whoever I can wrangle outside with me.  The air is getting cold and every morning there is frost on the ground.  It snowed the other day but has almost melted.  

The forsythia are taking the frost like champs.  Hearty things.  Lack of snow and freezing rain make it much easier to run, and much easier to take morning walks with Paige.

We anxiously looked in the mailbox for Christmas cards.  I love cards.

I’m loving these mornings with Paige so much.   

Paige likes to feed carrots to the horse up the road.

This is…Bob.  Seriously.  Bob?  That would not be the name of my midnight black horse.  But Bob is friendly and likes our carrots.

We walked to an almost-frozen pond with ice just skimming the surface.  And because I’m a mom I have to give the speech about ice.

We talked to big, tall trees

One would think it’s still fall around here.

Then we visited our neighborhood cows.  I really like cows.  Once I used a whole roll of film on cows and my mother was very annoyed.

And then as my camera is in shooting mode, the biggun’ made his move.

It just happened right then and there so I pushed the button.

What is he doing!? Paige yelled.  

“Uh…Flirting…” I said.  It was the first thing that came to mind.

What’s that?  

“They…like each other.”

You don’t think badly of me now, do you?  I tell you, it’s a whole other world out here in the sticks.  This was our entertainment for the morning.  Well, yee-haw.
This is a Holstein. My father taught me how to identify cows when I was a teenager.  He grew up on a farm in Bear Lake, Idaho.  He’s so proud I know my cows.

I’m scared of that big boy, Paige said, suspiciously.  Yeah, me too. 

Don’t even think about it.

So we left the cows to do whatever they do.

And walked home at a slow pace, me and my five-year-old, on a perfectly ordinary and quiet morning walk.  

I reached down and took her hand and she looked up at me, and smiled.  
And then we skipped.  

Isn’t it often the ordinary that makes up the best of days?

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Peanut Butter Granola Bars

What is Agave?  A light nectar, sweeter than honey, that you can substitute for white sugar.  (1/2-2/3 Agave = 1 C Sugar) You can also use less Agave because it’s so sweet and the glycemic index is low.  Meaning:  You don’t burn through it so quickly.
Adding health:  1/2 C Wheat Germ, 1/2 C Flax Seed (for the heart!), 1/3 C roasted Sunflower Seeds.  And let’s add 1 C Rice Krispies to make some chewy chew.
Almonds and walnuts for protein
After the granola is cooked, flip onto cutting board.  Let cool slightly and then peel. Let cool thoroughly and then cut into bars.
Look at all that protein goodness.

High Protein Granola Bars:

Mix:
5 C Oatmeal
4 Tbsp Melted Butter
1 tsp Salt
1/4 C Canola
1/2 C Wheat Germ
1/2 C Flax Seed (optional)
1/3 C Sunflower Seeds
1/2 C Chopped Almonds
1/2 C Chopped Walnuts
Melt in saucepan over low heat:
1/4 C Honey
1/2 C Fluff
1/4 C Brown Sugar or 1 big squirt Agave
1/2-3/4 C Peanut Butter (or Almond Butter)
Pour wet ingredients over dry ingredients.
Mix.
Line 8×15 baking dish with foil so that the ends come up over the edges (you’re going to use it to lift out the granola later.) Spray lightly with cooking spray.
Press granola firmly into baking dish.
Cook at 325 for about 20 minutes or lightly brown. Remove baking dish from oven and lift the foil and granola out of the pan. When cool, flip over onto cutting board. Peel foil off. Let cool thoroughly and then cut into bars.
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Photo Ops

I’ve been wanting a DSLR Canon camera for a few years now, but husband keeps telling me we have a great camera and I just need to get to know it better – become friends – become one.  I have to say, I do love my point and shoot.  Gregor bought it for me for Christmas.  He’s always pushing me to try out technology.  I swear, I’d still be taking pictures with film if it weren’t for him.
I’m constantly pulling out my camera.  It’s a Canon Elph, less than $200.  It’s a great bargain for such great quality.
Normally I don’t mess with the settings.  I just keep it on Automatic and have the camera adjust.  Sometimes I go to the effort of turning off the flash, which photographers seem to constantly advise.
But.  The other day Gregor was playing soccer (I am out again.  Foot. Sad face) and I had my little elph.  
G just looooooves when I begin snapping away. However, the automatic setting wasn’t getting the job done.  Soccer players move too fast and there was nothing but blur.  I adjusted to the “Kids and Pets” settings and got a much better photo.  This is the only other setting I ever go to.
But then I decided to mess.  I switched to “High-Speed Burst.”  I don’t like to mess because then I can’t get the camera back.  But really, how hard is it?  It’s not at all!  I’m encouraging you to all mess.  “High-Speed Burst” is great for action shots.  It takes a series of pictures in a row and you decide which one is best.
When I exclaimed how excited I was, Brynne said, “You’re just figuring those out now?”  I know, it’s ridiculous how long it’s taken me.

I’ll never be lazy again.

My new favorite setting:  “Miniature.”  It focuses the middle and blurs the background.  It also boost color beautifully. 

Another “Miniature” shot with flavor ice.

“Toy Camera Effect” darkens image edges

“Monochrome” records images in a single color

“Super Vivid”

“Poster Effect”

“Color Accent” captures one single color and B&W for the rest of the photo

“Color Swap” changes one color for another

“Low Light”

“Natural Light”

“Fish-eye Effect” shoots with the effect of a fish-eye lens

“Miniature” effect

“Toy-Camera Effect”

“Miniature” photo of Grandma’s freshly pinted honey from her beehives.  Only 15 bee stings later.

Another “Miniature.”  I think it’s such a cool setting.

“Miniature”

A “Fish-eye Effect” of the ocean will look like a tsunami

“Monochrome”  I didn’t like this for the beach.  The beach should have color.
“Automatic” setting

“Automatic” with a flash

Cope snaps a picture on “Beach” setting.  One for bright sunlight.

“Miniature” capturing my first-ever pedicure.  Look at that photo detail.  

Cope didn’t pose for this “Miniature” shot.  I just liked it.

Last “Miniature”
Someday, I will buy a big DSLR.  But is there a great need if I know my settings better and don’t need to blow my pictures up to poster size?  Someday I’ll actually take a photography class.  Maybe someday I will actually read the manual!  
Do you have a DSLR?  How did you learn photography?  Do you have advice?  I am loving learning.  It’s such an art.

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