From My Lens: We Smell Like Smoke

The Birthday Girl with her lovely boyfriend.

My friend Brittany’s birthday was this weekend and so a bunch of us hung out at the beach, made a bonfire, and ate hot dogs and s’mores.  We watched the sunset and we were all taking pictures of everything.  Oh, the Waldorf children that we are.

This was the first time I’ve used this camera, it’s a 6-year-old Nikon D50.  My dad got it for my mom as a present, but it was one of those presents that you say is for the other person, but is really for you.  When he upgraded, my sister laid claim to it, as I was uninterested at the time.  I commandeered it for while I’m home and may even take it with me back to Chicago.  Though, it doesn’t seem to want to let me adjust the settings, so I’ll have to get it checked out before I drag it all the way back.

Hanging out just before sunset (note the long shadows).

Owen finally arrived.

Playing with the light.

And practicing my framing.

My shoes.  Because I want to.

Manetteie!
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