Digital photography. I think it's beginning to grow on me.
I've never been big on taking photos. (We're talking about someone who spent six months in Europe and didn't actually change the 24-exposure film in her camera, after all.) Partly it's the film mentality of composing shots carefully so as not to waste film; partly it's the viewfinder being ridiculously small and not particularly amenable to those who need glasses in order to see.
But digital, digital is a whole new attitude. The viewfinder is not meant to be squished up against my face. If a shot is bad it's deletable, no wastage. Composition is happily relegated to the luck of the moment. I could get to like this.
I promise I won't flood you all with photos of the spawn at the farm. Honest.1 But this was my second favourite shot of the day, and I truly want to know: how is it that child and goat wear the exact same expression? Is the child channelling the goat?2
2 thoughts on “subtle salvation in poems and prose”
IT'S THE DAYVUL!
now that you mention it, he was a bit evil. maybe the goat was possessing the child! (she did seem to be remarkably interested in eating the goat pellets at one point.)
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