A new bouquet. Another opportunity to run the macro lens through its paces. The light wasn’t very good, but the lens seems surprisingly forgiving despite that. It isn’t a particularly fast lens, just f2.8. Apparently there are things critical to focus other than bright light, notably contrast and texture.
Some colors seem to come into focus easier than others. I find reds and purples the most difficult. To be fair, they are the most difficult no matter what lens I use. Plus, I find red the most difficult color to reproduce accurately without distortion.
After that, in order of difficulty, white, pastels, and very dark blue. Medium colors — orange, yellow, pink — seem to be easier.
Finally, just one garden shot — the white Hydrangea blooming with the day lilies. Using the exact opposite lens — my longest 4/3 telephoto.
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I wanted to be a cowboy. Not a cowgirl. A cowboy. With a horse. And a band of followers. We were going to ride the range righting wrongs, sort of Robin Hood-like. A version of the Lone Ranger, but not necessarily with a mask.
The horse was a must-have — the mask? Undecided. I am pretty sure I still would like to be The Lone Ranger as long as Silver was part of the deal.
What was your favorite food as a child? Do you eat it now?
Chocolate. I eat a little, occasionally, but I’m not as fond of it as I was in past decades. Taste changes.
If you were invisible, where would you go?
I have no idea. Honestly, I can’t think of anyplace I want to go that I can’t go right now. Now, if I could transport to anyplace, invisible or not, I have a list. A long list.
Would you rather forget everyone else’s name all the time or have everyone forget your name all the time?
I already forget everyone else’s name. I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten yours.