Somewhere in the depths of my About Me page, I've written down photographer as one of my occupations. This is of course a bare-faced lie. While I can hold a camera and vaguely point it in the direction of the knitted person I'm supposed to be taking photos of, the results are quite frankly variable.
Yesterday was really very cold, but was also very clear, so I was dragged out of the gravitational field of the sofa to assist She-Who-Knits with some pictures for patterns/blog/can't quite remember the real reason, but won't admit I wasn't paying attention. We stood in a frozen field looking for the ideal location and then I was sent to stand on the mark to set up the camera. As you can see, I was the model of concentration.
Once we'd got the location right (next to a patch of nettles), and I had clear instructions not to mess with the settings, I had the task of getting the perfect shots. Here are some of my high points:
Not that my model was being particularly helpful either. Everything was just right and then this:
Once I'd lost all feeling in my hands, we called it a day. Not all of the pictures were this bad. Some may even make it onto an internet near you over the next few days.
Incidentally, you'll see from the top photo that my face has all but healed up following the accident the other week. Despite still having the scabby knees of an 8 year old boy, I'm back to the training and was quite impressed with myself that I covered a smidgen over 100 miles in November.
