Photographer Meg McKinney has agreed to be my photo guru.
I’ve had good luck with other gurus: Saddle Seat [Value of a Coach], Combined Driving [Driving Forward, Lesson] & horse shopping [Mail Order Horse]. (I may have let the side down re Milton, but Fairy Godmother did her part fabulously.) Perhaps with a person holding my toes to the fire, I will finally get my camera off automatic.
I’ve talked about her skills as a photographer, “This is what happens when you give a weak camera to a strong photographer. Result, a picture of myself that I can almost stand.” [Barn Christmas Party]
I’ve even whined about her, “Hopeless despair brought on by professional envy … Last weekend, she took photos at the show … The choice of subjects. The timing. The focus. The composition. The color. The … everything.” [Foto Friday: Or Not]
After she agreed to take me on, Meg checked out my camera [Story]. She snapped a quick shot of me & Bingo using my settings (auto minus flash).
Then she fiddled with knobs to show me the difference when the photo was done right. (I look like a dork, but Bingo no longer looks like a blurry devil horse.)
Exactly! Now teach me how to do that.