Last year, I was asked to join the photography team, that shoots the show, and then sells prints to eager parents as a fundraiser. This year was more of the same.
I love it.
This year, I rented two low light lenses, and then realized that I didn't want to be switching the lenses off on my D90 every two minutes, so I put out a call, seeing if anyone else on the team had a 'spare Nikon body lying around'. Alas, everyone shoots Canon around here, but one of the other shooters said music to my ears, "I have a friend who works for Nikon... let me check with him."
And so it went that I had a brand new D5000 to play with this evening.
Which would have been great if I'd had even the barest sweet clue how to use the blasted thing. I was really fumbling in the dark (literally - the lights went down just as I got the lens onto the body), and so I must say that I'm less than satisfied with how my shots from that camera turned out. I can see how they COULD have been great. I can see how I COULD have really shone with this thing. But what I see instead is that I accidentally jacked the ISO up too high, and, as a result, most of my shots are WASHED OUT! How could I do that????
Oh well. I took about 400 shots on that camera, and I kept 168 in a 'first pass' culling and cropping. I'll go over them again tomorrow to do any color correction, if I think that any of the shots are ones that parents might want to purchase.
I have my fingers crossed that I didn't make such a neophyte gaffe with my own camera body, which I had the 70-200 f/2.8 lens on all evening. There are 850 photos on that memory card, and if I can get one keeper in three or four, I'll be pretty darned pleased. I've already decided that I'm going back for Opening Night to shoot the bits that I missed with the D5000. And TOMORROW, I'll be bringing the ISO down out of the stratosphere, into the, oh, 800-1000 range.
Note to self. Check the ISO, stupid.
Right now, I'm waiting for the 853 photos to copy over from the D90 memory card. This card gives me absolute kittens, in that it routinely is un-readable by my computer. "Would you like to FORMAT THIS MEMORY CARD before continuing?" it will ask me... and the freakish default is YES, so I have nightmares about accidentally formatting the card with all the preciousssssss shots getting the digital equivalent of tossed into Mordor.
Ah. 853 photos are ready to edit.
Also, for those of you playing the "Will she ever make an honest living? The Home Game", I dropped off my 'intent to apply for a classified position' paperwork at the school district office this afternoon. It was kind of fun having a group of friends and colleagues beating a path to my door to see who I would pick to write the letters of recommendation. Affirming, sort of.
Now I wait.
Also? Shhh, it's a secret. I'm keeping Kelly home from school tomorrow morning, so we can paint. I haven't figured out what sort of 'medical reason' it will be for me to keep her home, but I'll think of something when it comes time to phone the attendance line.
Maybe I'll have another hair emergency. What's that? Well, I had one the other night... I stayed up MUCH too late, and then, when I should ahve, you know, ALREADY BEEN IN BED, I walked into the bathroom, and said, to my reflection "You look dowdy and drawn, and why don't you wear lipstick, do you want me to look on you with pity? And you'd look better with five inches less hair in the front!" So I took a pair of scissors and (look away now), just started cutting at my hair. When I finally came to my senses, I had FILLED THE SINK with big chunks of hair, most of it 5-6 inches long, and when I cleared out the sink, it completely filled the waste basket.
I think my head feels a bit lighter. Nobody even noticed that I cut my hair. I'll have to cut more next time.
It's now 11:52. I still have