Looping the Hen

I must say...

That I have always been blessed by friends I can't possibly deserve, whether across town or across the country. They put up with my emotional dyslexia fairly regularly, and generally laugh with, instead of at, me.

AKBar's husband truly does not understand the meaning of 'doing things small.' I told him I wanted to get a couple of pictures to put up on my blog, send to my mom, and maybe for profiles on a singles site or two. I figured hey, an even dozen would be plenty.

We spent an entire day taking pictures. (BTW, pictures at the best of times scare me. Pictures, in general, are evil) At his townhouse, at Starbuck's (the cute boo-impersonating manager tried to shoo us off), at a park, at a farm, and finally, at a boat ramp with the indelicate name of 'Stark Knob.' By the time we kicked off our shoes and got ready for dinner, he had with great patience and skill, managed just short of 300 pictures. Umm...what? 300 pictures? Yep. The equivalent of 10+plus rolls of film. I kept something on the order of 200 pictures of me, a dozen of my car, and an awesome shot of a couple of hens I hope AKBar will help me transform into another logo. I'll put a couple or three up once a week or so.

I am sad that I will never be able to even show off the full expertise he has in digital photography as I have to resample them to put up (plus the fact that his non-photogenic subject matter got weirded out anytime more than 3 pictures were taken in any particular pose or location). The base images produced by his Canon EOS 20D (tell me if I got that wrong WCB) are something like 8-megapix and for the most part weigh in at over 3500x2500 pixels and 3.0 megabytes.

Anyone who can make my newly visible laugh-lines (and holy crud, look at all that gray hair!) not appear like I belong in Dawn of the Dead must have some Ansel Adams in there somewhere.

All I can say is thanks, you are unbelievable.