It rained. And then it didn't. So I walked out and sloshed in the mud of the river trails. I tried to take pictures of squirrels. But they were all eating. Do you know how a squirrel eats? I don't either. But I think it has something to do with moving every half of a second. I not sure how that works. I'm still trying to figure it out.
This is the kind of picture I got of the squirrels:
Wait, did I say squirrels? I didn't mean to say squirrels. I was definitely taking pictures of twigs. I got some excellent pictures of twigs.
Do you know what twigs do?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. They're quite easy to photograph. I do it all the time without hardly meaning to.
So I left the muddy river paths and decided to take pictures of flowers in all the charming St. Paul neighborhoods. I brought my wrong glasses so I couldn't really see anything I was photographing, but I didn't let that stop me. I took 76 pictures. I brought my 76 pictures home and put them in my computer and was surprised to find there was water all over the flowers in the pictures I took. I zoomed in. The water looked pretty good. So I zoomed in more. As I have previously mentioned, my camera knows what it's doing, not me.
I mean, except in the squirrel pictures.
A professional photographer would have placed these water drops personally. I just lucked into them:
This water drop has some problems, but I'm just a victim of reality:
To be honest I kind of think taking pictures of flowers is cheating, but it's probably the right kind of cheating.
And I think that's it for the day. All the other squirrel pictures were in focus and all the other flowers I took pictures of were dry.