My Photography Tanks With My Inability To Operate A New Camera
I own this camera that I bought one-third off because the company was coming out with one that had more useless megapixels, and I needed something that was not as large as my Panasonic Lumix FZ20. This newish camera is an Olympus Stylus 790 SW, and to put it as nicely as I can, it is apparent that I have yet to master it, or, to be more honest, I take point-and-shoot photography to an all-new low that may cause headaches, nausea, and irritable bowels. For example:
So, (due to no fault of the camera), out of the one hundred or so photos that I took this weekend, I came out with five that had both decipherable subject matter and decent contrast, which makes the story of my weekend in photographs very short.
That was Friday night. The End.
I apologize if I seem irritable. I recently won a battle with building an IKEA desk, but winning also meant putting my neck out and finding that I have no good place to put it yet. So far, it has found a new calling as a cat perch.