Winter frost
We can complain all we like about how cold it is outside, but when our world was transformed into an ice crusted wonderland this morning, I jumped for joy. I was totally late for work because I couldn’t make myself put the camera down.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.- Robert Louis Stevenson, from his poem Winter-Time originally published in A Child’s Garden of Verses
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01 2013
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These are exceptional. Your control of focus and depth of field has gotten very very good. It gives a depth to these that is magical.
Thanks dad. Generally, I’m a skill before gear kind of thinker, but this is one area where a full frame sensor on the new camera has really helped.