Master of none. That would be me.
I am one of those people that loves to try new things, but rarely sticks around long enough to master my skill. Unless you include being a dumb ass. Pretty sure I have my 10,000 hours in on that one.
So far, I have tried my hand at scrapbooking, knitting, crocheting, cross stitch, beading, running, biking, photography, writing, clarinet, banjo strumming, volleyball, video gaming, veterinary medicine (in the sense that I worked for a vet, not that I became one), cross-country skiing, downhill skiing, snowshoeing, snowmobiling, history, genealogy, beanie baby leashes (don’t ask), horses, pokemon (again…don’t ask), comic book collecting, softball….
I don’t think I purposely tried so many things because I have some internal bucket list or because I’m so full of life I just have to try EVERYTHING. It’s more like a repressive ADD gene that whispers “Aren’t you bored? I’m bored. I see something shiny on the other side of the fence. Come on! Let’s go see! I’m dying here! SO BORED. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. MUST. CHECK OUT. THE SHINY THING!!”
Of course, that has its limits. There are certain things my inner ADD will never get me to do. Like, you will never see “bungee jumping” or “becoming an astronaut” or “sky diving” on that list. I would prefer to live long enough to collect social security or become the crazy cat lady or just be a crabby old bag all the neighborhood kids tell stories about and ding-dong ditch me to see if I’ll run out with my shotgun.
That actually sounds kind of fun. Dang. Fifty isn’t nearly old enough to get away with that without getting arrested. Although it seems I now found my reason to live to be 90.
So, where was I going with this…oh yeah. One of my current hobbies is photography. It’s hard to call it a hobby when I know almost next to nothing about it other than pointing at something interesting and pushing the shutter button, so every once in a while I get a wild hair and actually read something instructive.
This last time, my “something instructive” was reading Cee’s Tips and Tricks about macro photography. I love macro shots, but I have a hard time figuring out how to get shots with that trademark striking clarity. Cee’s macro photography is beautiful, and if I can ever learn to take photos of that caliber, I will be a happy camper indeed. Of course, I might then get bored and move on to rocket science or something, but based on my current pace and the fact that I have about 50 other irons in the fire, that will be a long time coming.
Today I fooled around with my lenses – I only have two – an 18-55mm and a 55-200mm, which I know is supposed to mean something to me but I’m not really up on my lens lingo. I only know the 55-200 is the bigger one and lets me take zoom photos which works well for zooming in on things like trees and rocks but terrible for birds. I need one that’s like a foot long for bird photos because no matter how sneaky I am, those buggers hear or see me (“stealthy” will never be a word used to describe me. More like “bull in a china shop”) and take off well before I am in any kind of decent range. I tried hiding behind the bench but then the mosquitoes found me and I almost needed a blood transfusion.
I like to watch birds – or to use the politically correct term – “birding”. I even have a list of birds I have spotted and I get all wiggy when I see a new one. Does that make me an old bag? I think it does. In fact, I think I saw “bird watching” on the back of my AARP card. Next thing ya know we’ll be going out to eat at 4:30 to beat the crowds. Oh wait, we already do that. Dagnabit.
So here are my most recent photos trying for a good macro shot. I hope you like them and aren’t horrifically bored. But if you are, I’m sure I can sell you some scrapbooking supplies or beading supplies or embroidery floss or a banjo or roller blades or a binder full of Pokemon cards. They could be your next “shiny” object!